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OFFICERS 


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Lincoln  Birthday  Association 


PASCAL  P.  PRATT, President. 

J.  P.  DUDLEY Vice-President. 

WILLIAM  C.  FRANCIS, Secretary. 

F.  L.  DANFORTH Treasurer. 


executive  committee. 


F.  L.  DANFORTH.  J.  P.  DUDLEY. 

W.  C.  FRANCIS. 


P.  P.  PRATT. 
W.  C.  FRANCIS. 
O.  P.  RAMSDELL. 
G.  B.  RICH. 


TRUSTEES. 


J.  P.  DUDLEY. 
F.  L.  DANFORTH. 
GEORGE  MEACHAM. 
JAMES  ASH. 
S.  C.  ADAMS. 


WM.  C.  FRANCIS, 


Custodian. 


Books. 


Tribut]    Of    mi:  Nations  to  Abraham  Lincoln, 
History  of  Pennsylvania  Volunteers,    . 
History  oi  Connecticut  Volunteers,  1861  to  1865, 
Adjutant-General's  Report,  Indiana,  1861  to  1865, 

Pennsylvania,  1866, 
Vermont,  1864,  1866, 
Missouri,  1865,     . 
Tennessee,  1866, 

"  '•  G  fNNECTICUT, 

Sanitary  Commission,  .        . 

Harper's  "Weekly," 

New-York  "Times," 

Buffalo  "Commercial," 

Buffalo  "Express 


1  Volume. 

5  Volumes. 
1  Volume. 
8  Volumes. 
1  Volume. 
4  Volumes. 
1  Volume. 

1  Volume. 

6  Volumes. 
1  Volume. 

2$  Volumes. 

33  Volumes. 

34  Volumes. 
6  Volumes. 


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Lincoln  Memorial. 


HE  "Lincoln  Memorial  Collection"  comprises  three  cases  of 
relics  of  the  late  War,  in  which  are  contained  Battlefield 
Relics  from  Gettysburg,  Antietam,  Bull  Run,  etc.,  with 
autographs  of  ten  thousand  three  hundred  and  twenty-two 
soldiers  and  sailors  who  fought  in  the  War ;  with  their  rank, 
regiment,  date  of  enlistment,  and  discharge,  including  the  battles  in  which 
they  were  engaged.  Also  one  thousand  five  hundred  autographs  of  the 
"  Forty-third  Congress,"  etc.,  the  U.  S.  Supreme  Court  Judges  and  other  promi- 
nent Government  officials.  Also  two  volumes,  containing  a  complete  collection 
of  the  illustrated  envelopes  used  during  the  War,  with  complete  bound  copies 
of  the  New-York  "Times."  Harper's  "Weekly,"  Buffalo  "Commerciai 
Advertiser,"  and  part  of  the  copies  of  the  Buffalo  "Express."  Also 
scrap-books  and  histories  of  the  War,  Adjutant-General's  reports,  coast  survey, 
etc.  In  the  collection  of  these  relics  Mr.  Julius  E.  Francis  visited  the  battle- 
fields and  attended  various  meetings  of  veterans.  He  began  the  collection 
of  relics  in  1861  and  was  engaged  five  years  in  completing  the  "Autograph 
Memorial "  volume. 

"The  Soldiers'  and  Sailors'  Memorial  Case"  (No.  i)  contains  seventy-six 
Battlefield  Trophies,  numbered  from  I  to  "6,  and  handsomely  mounted. 
Also   127  volumes.      This  case  was  dedicated    May  3,   1872,  at   the  Grosvenor 


6 

Library,    Hon.    Millard    Fillmore    presiding.       The    following    being  a  copy  of 
the  programme   of  exercises  : 

DEDICATORY    EXERCISES 

HELD    AT 

•  •  -The  Grosvenor  Library-  •  • 

A.t    12    M.,    Kriclay-,    May   3,     1871'. 
Mr.  MILLARD  FILLMORE,  President  of  the  Grosvenor  Library,  presiding. 


PROGRAMME 


1.    REQUIEM Choir. 

Low  lie  the  brave  !    They  sleep  in  ocean's  bed, 
The  sea-weed  wreathed  about  the  noble  head. 
Proud  navies  float  above  them,  but  no  sound 
Can  win  them  from  the  silence  they  have  found; 
The  mournful  breezes  murmur  each  dear  name, 
The  chanting  waves  are  burdened  with  their  fame. 

Low  lie  the  brave  !    The  consecrated  land 
Is  holy  with  the  dust  of  Freedom's  band. 
They  sleep  on  mountain,  and  in  hidden  vale, 
Unwaked  by  summer  wind,  or  wintry  gale, 
And  in  green  mead,  or  on  the  barren  crest 
The  patient  stars  watch  o'er  their  soldier  rest. 

Low  lie  the  brave!    Far  toward  the  western  sun, 
He  sleeps  whose  blessed  life  a  crown  hath  won  ; 
A  stricken  country  bowed  beside  his  tomb. 
Whereon  the  fair  white  flowers  of  freedom  bloom. 
Low  lie  the  brave!  Oh,  nation,  guard  their  dust, 
And  keep  unstained  their  peerless,  priceless  trust. 

Mary  A.  RlPLEY. 


II.     PRAYER Rev.  Mr.  MULLER. 

in.  address Rev.  Mr.  Fletcher. 

1  i  LLOW-ClTIZENS  :  The  part  assigned  me,  in  this  pleasant  service,  is  one  into  the  spirit  of 
which  I  enter  with  all  my  sympathies ;  and  though  my  words  may  be  poorly  chosen  I  am  deeply 
impressed  with  the  importance  of  the  occasion  and  the  appropriateness  of  the  work  we  came  to  do. 

Everything  that  has  even  an  indirect  reference  to  the  welfare  of  our  country,  and  everything 
awakening  patriotic  emotions,  is  both  important  and  appropriate  ;  and  we  cannot  but  feel  that  the 
ceremonies  of  this  hour,  and  the  work  they  initiate,  will  help  the  poor  dumb  mouths  of  these  War- 
relics  to  continue  their  mission,  saying  now  and  always  what  they  proclaimed,  nine  years  ago, 

"  No  star  shall  fall  from  the  banner  of  the  free." 

There  is  an  old  adage,  largely  true,  in  which  we  are  told  that  the  cost  of  our  acquisitions  is  the 
measure  of  the  estimate  we  place  upon  them.  Our  civil  liberties,  the  bases  of  our  religious  priviliges, 
social  joys  and  Christian  work,  have  cost  our  nation  a  triple  baptism  of  blood,  an  ocean  of  tears, 
and  untold  millions  of  earthly  treasures.  Our  estimate  of  those  liberties  can  hardly  be  too  high  ; 
and  that  which  reminds  us  of  their  cost,  will  help  us  to  prize  them  as  we  ought.  For  years  before 
the  great  rebellion,  many  of  our  people,  and  some  of  our  rulers  had  almost  ceased  to  think  of  "  the 
days  that  tried  men's  souls  "  :  —  of  the  sufferings  of  a  bare-footed  soldiery  —  the  dreadful  winter  at 
Valley  Forge,  and  the  fields  of  blood  at  Bunker  Hill,  Trenton,  Vorktown,  and  Saratoga,  so  far  in 
the  past  were  they,  and  so  few  were  the  objects,  daily  encountered,  that  called  them  to  mind. 

Our  flag  was  then  more  beautiful  than  ever  before,  for  every  decade  of  years  had  added  new 
stars  to  its  glorious  constellation ;  yet  the  sight  of  it  did  not  so  thrill  the  soul  with  patriotic  pride  as 
in  the  early  years  of  our  republic. 

The  Fourth  of  July  had  come  to  be  little  more  to  our  American  citizens  than  any  other  holiday. 
and  was  only  too  often  allowed  to  pass, 

"  While  cannon's  throats  were  closed, 
Bells  silent  and  not  a  bonfire 
Kindled  on  Freedom's  heights." 

And  when  it  was  observed,  in  the  ancient,  honored  form,  if  orators  presumed  to  point  to  the  stars 
and  stripes,  making  such  reference  to  them  as  common  decency  demanded,  their  proudest  and  most 
loyal  words  were  frequently  ridiculed  as  spread-eagle  and  old-fogyish. 

But  when  the  thunders  around  Sumter  sent  echoes  into  all  parts  of  the  northern  and  western 
States  —  when  in  the  light  of  blazing  batteries,  men  saw  the  value  of  the  institutions  which  true 
patriotism  planted, —  then  the  old  flag  became  dearer  than  ever  before,  and  the  heart  of  the  nation 
was  thrilled  with  a  new  joy,  as  it  was  hung  out  from  windows  and  towers,  and  streamed  from 
house-tops,  steeples  and  public  buildings  until  our  towns  and  cities  were  literally  decorated  with 
bunting.     Men  rallied  around  that  ensign  of  liberty  ready  as  their  fathers  of  the  revolution  were  to 


pledge  their  lives,  fortunes,  and  sacred  honor  in  sustaining  it,  and  now,  as  the  safety  of  institutions, 
threatened  and  attacked,  is  secured  again,  we  would  profit,  not  only  by  the  achievement,  but  by  the 
lesson  which  it  teaches. 

"VYe  gather  here,  that  we  may  say  to  the  people  of  this  city,  and  to  all  who  shall  visit  these 
treasured  memories,  "  The  cost  of  our  nation's  third  sacrifice  must  not  be  forgotten." 

The  lives  and  the  treasure  of  that  unparalleled  holocaust  must  be  kept  in  mind  by  our  descend- 
ants while  centuries  roll ;  and  we  therefore  place  these  silent,  but  eloquent  monitors,  that  will  speak 
to  all,  who  may  share  the  benefits  of  this  splendid  benefaction,  of  the  fields  of  Antietam  and  Gettys- 
burg, where  the  dead  were  piled  like  hecatombs ;  of  the  defenses  of  Washington,  where  our 
heroes  upheld  the  stars  and  stripes,  shouting  their  invincible  war-cry,  "  The  Union  Forever  !  "  and 
of  that  naval  combat,  where  the  proud  Merrimac,  laughing  in  derision  at  our  little  Monitor,  felt 
sensations  in  her  sides  that  took  all  conceit  out  of  her,  and  sent  her  back  to  her  anchorage  disgusted 
with  our  first  iron-clad'. 

The  importance  of  this  enterprise  appears  in  the  fact  that  nine  short  years  have  so  crowded 
the  days  of  those  conflicts  into  the  past,  that  they  seem  a  quarter  of  a  century  gone,  and  only  a 
little  is  said  of  them. 

The  living  veterans  of  those  fields  do  not  forget  them.  They  dream  of  the  bloody  strife,  and 
often  spring  from  peaceful  pillows,  to  lead  the  charge,  or  storm  the  batteries  anew  and  we  need  not 
fear  but  they  will  cherish  patriotic  memories  of  those  struggles,  until,  like  the  heroes  of  '76,  in  an 
old  age  of  glory  and  honor,  they  shall  "  Take  up  the  crutch,  and  show  how  fields  were  won."  But 
the  people,  in  the  midst  of  their  planning  and  toiling  for  riches  and  power  are  forgetting  the 
Golgothics  of  the  rebellion  ;  and  our  fellow-citizen,  Doctor  Julius  Francis,  for  whom  I  speak,  on 
this  occasion,  desires  to  re-letter  the  tablets  of  patriotic  memory,  and  grave  on  young  hearts,  of 
this  and  succeeding  generations,  the  startling  facts,  which  show  how  much  our  civil  liberties  have 
cost  us. 

He  has  gathered  relics,  some  with  his  own  hands,  and  some  through  other  friends  of  this  enter- 
prise, from  the  field  of  conflict.  I  dedicate  them  in  the  name  of  the  sacred  places,  of  which  they  will 
forever  speak,  in  the  name  of  those  institutions  which  they  helped  to  defend,  in  the  name  of  civil 
and  religious  liberty,  to  the  sacred  memory  of  Abraham  Lincoln  and  the  soldiers  and  sailors  who 
fought  for  their  country  under  him  as  our  Chief  Magistrate. 

Let  them  occupy  a  prominent  position  while  the  years  and  centuries  roll.  May  they  be  pre- 
served from  the  flames,  and  may  no  traitor's  touch  ever  pollute  them. 

When  the  young  shall  gather  here,  seeking  that  food  for  thought,  or  that  knowledge  of  the 
past,  which  is  treasured  in  these  alcoves,  may  these  relics  invite  their  attention  to  the  fearful  strug- 
gle through  which,  in  the  face  of  the  most  powerful  rebellion  ever  organized  on  earth,  our  heroes 
upheld  the  dear  old  flag,  and  then,  with  desire  to  know  what  battles  were  fought,  what  heroes  won 
the  right  to  fadeless  honor,  what  price  of  blood,  and  what  millions  of  gold  the  victory  cost,  may 
they  turn  to  the  histories  of  that  conflict,  to  be  found  on  these  shelves,  and  reading  of  Meade  and 
Gettysburg.  Grant  and  Yieksburg,  Sheridan  and  his  ride  to  victory.  Sherman  and  the  raid  which 
drew  the  girdle  of  death  around  the  heart  of  the  rebellion,  of  Farragut,  Porter  and  other  brave 
commanders,  as  they  passed  obstructions,  captured   strongholds,  and    won    the   applause   of   all 


nations,  may  they  catch  the  inspiration  of  true  patriotism,  and,  with  a  new  love  for  those  blessings 
which  have  cost  so  much,  be  ever  ready  to  rally  to  the  standard  upheld  in  their  defense. 

My  friend  asks  no  return  for  the  labor,  care,  and  expense  attending  the  collection  and  prepara- 
tion of  these  relics  save  this  only:  the  commendation  of  his  fellow-citizens  and  the  honor  of  having 
acted  from  unselfish  and  patriotic  motives ;  and  he  stands  here,  to-day,  with  this  prayer,  as  the  first 
petition  that  springs  from  his  lips :  God  speak  to  the  hearts  of  the  generations  and  ages  to  come, 
through  the  lips  of  these  silent  monitors,  and  prosper  and  sanctify  their  mission. 


IV.    HYMN Choir. 

From  thrice  six  thousand  guns  there  came 

A  crash  :  the  rush  of  death  : 
And  on  the  plains  of  Gettysburg, 

Two  armies  held  their  breath. 

The  smoky  flame  was  rent,  and  lo! 

The  lives  were  mown  like  grass. 
And  yet  another  charge  swept  up. 

Over  their  dead  to  pass. 

Oh!  'twas  a  bitter,  fatal  day. 

When  brothers  met  in  fight, 
And  rebels  charged  the  Union  lines. 

Resistless  in  their  might. 

It  was  a  useless  sacrifice, 

For  Meade  had  won  the  day  ; 
And  gathering  up  their  broken  hosts 

The  rebels  marched  away. 

The  strife  was  o'er,  the  battle  done. 

And  wandering  'mid  the  wreck. 
We  gathered  shot  and  sword  and  shell. 

Our  halls  of  peace  to  deck. 

These  relics,  cleansed  from  treason's  stains. 

We  dedicate  to-day 
To  Freedom's  proud  and  happy  sons, 

Where'er  our  flag  holds  sway. 


10 

V.    ADDRESS Rev.  Dr.  Albert  T.  Chester. 

I  congratulate  the  citizens  of  Buffalo  in  the  addition  of  these  treasure^  to  its  many  collections. 
I  say  treasures  in  the  fullest  meaning  of  the  word.  Many  may  be  more  ready  to  apply  the  term 
to  that  which  is  to  be  found  in  the  vaults  and  safes  of  the  bank  down  stairs. 

There  you  might  see.  if  admitted  within  the  barred  doors,  piles  of  glittering  gold  and  silver, 
heaps  of  bonds,  and  stacks  of  mortgages  representing  the  precious  metals,  —  millions  crowded 
within  a  narrow  space.  These  are  treasures,  you  exclaim,  these  impress  you  with  a  sense  of  value, 
and  you  come  out  into  the  light  again  dazzled  and  bewildered. 

These  shelves  loaded  with  the  accumulated  wealth  of  many  ages  may  not  so  move  you.  These 
calm,  sober  volumes,  of  which  you  see  only  the  backs,  with  their  simple  names  do  not  wear  the 
sheen  of  coin,  —  their  leaves,  if  you  turn  them  over,  do  not  rustle  like  crisp  bank-notes,  that  give 
such  a  trill  of  delight  to  the  lover  of  money  in  their  very  sound.  But  yet  are  not  these  the  real 
treasures  ?  Lord  Bacon  says  knowledge  is  power.  It  does  not  require  the  wisdom  of  a  philosopher 
to  add  that  knowledge  is  wealth.  If  we  regard  the  true  ends  of  our  being,  either  for  this  life  or 
for  the  future,  it  is  safe  to  say  that  these  shelves  contain  what  is  of  more  value  to  the  race  than  all 
the  material  riches  of  the  world.  It  were  better  to  sink  all  the  coin  and  bullion  now  in  circulation 
or  gathered  at  the  mints,  in  the  depth  of  the  ocean,  than  to  bury  in  oblivion  the  stores  of  learning 
and  knowledge  by  which  we  are  here  surrounded. 

The  human  mind  makes  its  advances  by  a  slow  growth,  yet  each  generation,  by  means  of 
books,  can  take  advantage  of  all  preceding  generations,  and  progress  thus  be  made  in  an  ever 
increasing  ratio.  If  I  turn  my  thoughts  to  any  subject,  philosophical,  historical,  literary  or  scien- 
tific, I  can  first  make  myself  acquainted  with  the  ripest  conclusions  of  the  best  thinkers  on  that 
subject,  the  closest  investigators  of  my  chosen  theme,  I  can  see  at  once  how  much  and  what  is 
known  ;  what  are  the  points  that  demand  particular  attention,  and  learn  in  what  direction  to  turn 
my  inquiries.  I  can  discover  the  worth  or  the  worthlessness  of  that  which  I  have  already  estab- 
lished by  independent  thought,  as  I  have  in  the  library  a  revelation  of  the  mental  processes,  or 
of  the  results  of  those  who  have  given  their  lives  to  my  chosen  subject.  The  answer  to  some 
question  which  I  may  find  recorded  here  may  be  of  more  value  to  me  than  can  be  reckoned  in 
dollars.  Books  have  preserved  it.  It  could  not  be  trusted  to  tradition,  "  Quid scriptum  manet" ; 
but  what  is  written  remains  only  as  it  is  recorded  in  books  and  gathered  into  libraries.  He 
who  has  laid  the  foundation  and  secured  the  perpetual  increase  of  such  an  institution  as  this,  has 
bestowed  upon  the  city  a  treasure  of  inestimable  worth.  Let  us  not  fail,  as  we  are  met  to-day 
in  these  special  services,  to  make  an  expression  of  gratitude  in  memory  of  him  by  whose  gen- 
erous gift  this  library  was  established,  and  who  has  thus  conferred  upon  us  a  blessing  for  all  time. 

Its  work  must  depend,  in  great  degree,  upon  the  wisdom  and  faithfulness  of  those  to  whom  is 
entrusted  the  selection  of  its  volumes.  Thus  far  its  management  has  been  most  satisfactory  and 
praiseworthy.  We  owe  a  debt  of  gratitude  to  those  who  have  with  such  skill  and  fidelity  extended 
their  mission.  May  those  who  have  the  power  of  appointment,  be  able  to  find,  and  be  willing  to 
nominate  when  vacancies  occur,  trusty  and  as  judicious  trustees  as  those  who  have  made  it  already 
of  so  much  worth  and  importance. 


11 

To-day  we  meet  to  welcome  a  most  valuable  case  of  treasures.  This  large  collection  of 
articles  gathered  from  celebrated  battlefields,  and  from  scenes  of  naval  conflict  —  these  files  of 
newspapers,  printed  during  the  trying  scenes  of  our  nation's  great  conflict  with  internal  foes, 
secured  and  saved  at  a  sacrifice  and  at  considerable  expense. 

The  value  of  this  collection  is  much  greater  than  may  at  first  appear.  Such  relics  are  abund- 
ant. Yes,  but  they  are  fast  disappearing  and  soon  it  will  be  impossible  to  secure  such  a  collection. 
It  was  a  plan  as  wise  as  it  is  graceful  to  gather  these  memorials  now  and  place  them  thus  for  safe 
keeping  where  they  may  remain  intact  forever.  Some  have  no  interest  in  bones  and  buttons  and 
bayonets,  or  in  anything  that  reminds  us  of  the  past.  Bury  all  them,  they  say,  with  the  fossils  of 
the  former  ages,  and  leave  them  to  moulder  together  in  the  earth.  But  all  are  not  so  unimagina- 
tive, and  even  these  might  be  moved  to  a  deeper  regard  for  the  ten  commandments  by  a  sight  of 
some  fragment  of  the  broken  tables  of  stone.  It  is  said  it  is  not  best  to  preserve  these  truthful 
memorials  of  our  most  unhappy  Civil  War,  but  that  it  is  most  desirable,  on  the  return  of  peace,  to 
forget  the  strife  and  dwell  together  as  brethren  in  all  parts  of  the  land,  north  and  south,  east  and 
west?  Yes,  let  us  dwell  together  as  brethren,  but  we  cannot,  must  not  forget.  They  must  not 
forget  the  lesson  they  received  at  the  cannon's  mouth,  that  the  Government  is  more  than  any  State, 
that  treason  and  rebellion  cannot  be  tolerated  in  this  republic,  that  the  old  flag  must  wave  in  its  glory 
as  long  as  the  nation  has  a  place  among  the  nations  of  the  earth.  And  we  cannot  forget  what  it 
has  cost  to  teach  this  lesson.  The  cost  is  on  record  in  millions  of  debt,  in  blood  and  tears,  —  in 
mutilation  and  graves.  But  all  this  may  be  without  any  continued  bitterness,  or  any  wish  to 
renew  the  strife. 

The  history  of  Antietam  and  Gettysburg  is  familiar  to  us.  We  made  it,  by  ourselves  and  by 
our  sons  and  brothers.  We  know  all  about  the  gallant  fight  of  the  Monitor.  But  these  memories 
will  fail.  The  history  of  the  great  rebellion  will  not  be  written  for  a  record  of  succeeding  genera- 
tions for  many  years  to  come.  When  it  shall  be  written,  and  in  the  far  future,  your  grandsons,  or 
their  grandsons,  may  here  peruse  the  records  as  we  now  read  the  history  of  the  revolution,  or  of  the 
Indian  wars,  will  it  not  add  new  interest  to  the  narrative?  Will  it  not  give  freshness  and  vividness 
and  reality  to  the  written  account  to  turn  from  the  printed  pages  to  these  silent,  but  most  eloquent 
witnesses  to  the  truth  ?  Would  it  not  be  worth  something  to  us,  in  perusing  the  histories  of  Greece 
and  Rome,  if  we  could  see,  by  the  side  of  the  volume,  a  spear  head  from  Marathon  or  Thermopylae, 
or  a  piece  of  the  banner  that  graced  the  triumph  of  Ca-sar  at  Pharsalia  ? 

The  transactions  of  this  hour  have  a  bearing  upon  the  distant  future.  This  collection  will 
increase  in  value  with  every  passing  year  and  century,  and  remote  generations  will  bless  the  memory 
of  him  by  whose  thoughtfulness  and  care  it  has  been  gathered  and  preserved.  It  adds  greatly  to 
the  interest  of  this  occasion  that  this  dedication  is  made  in  special  remembrance  of  our  noble 
martyr-president,  by  whose  skillful  hands  the  nation  was  safely  piloted  through  the  terrible  storm 
of  the  rebellion,  and  those  brave  soldiers  and  sailors  who  sacrificed  their  lives  for  the  preservation 
of  the  Inion. 


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VI.     ODE Read  by  Rev.  Mr.  Calkins. 

Bayonets  bruised  from  the  fields  of  light, — 
Gleanings  of  shot  and  shell, — 
Things  that  are  cruel  and  stern  to  the  sight  : 
Vet  they  hold  a  precious  spell. 

O  !    who  can  forget  when  his  childhood  sense 
First  woke  with  a  wonder  wide  — 
To  the  phantom  hosts  that  the  grandsire's  charm 
Evoked  round  the  chimney  side  ! — 

To  the  battle  stories  gathered  up 
Out  of  the  olden  times; 
That  were  set  into  pictured  pageantry, 
And  rolled  into  running  rhymes. 

They  were  fearful  and  bold,  and  bravely  told 
And  yet  only  just  as  true 
To  our  sense,  as  the  fabled  fairy  rings 
That  nightly  danced  in  the  dew. 

That  our  ears  have  heard  the  triumphant  word, 
And  our  hearts  have  felt  the  thrill 
Of  the  working,  through  man's  works  and  ways, 
Of  the  everlasting  Will. 

Now  calm  lies  the  desolated  land 
A-bloom  in  the  gladdening  sun, 
Like  a  face  overflushed  with  thankfulness, 
For  the  sweet  salvation  won. 

And  we  name  without  a  blush  of  shame, 
Because  of  the  wonder  done 
The  land  that  hath  place  for  each  rite  and,  race 
And  Freedom  for  every  one. 

O,  a  precious  spell  have  the  shot  and  shell  ! 
For  they  struck  with  a  death  aim  sure, 
The  deadliest  foe  that  a  land  can  know. 
And  left  us  a  Peace  all  pure. 


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VII.  SONG  OF  PEACE, Choir. 

At  the  foot  of  thine  altar,  Oh,  Freedom,  we  meet, 
Our  heart's  deep  devotion  we  lay  at  thy  feet  ; 
The  ocean  waves  dreamily  break  on  the  strand, 
For  peace  is  abroad  in  the  beautiful  land. 

From  myrtle-wreathed  marbles  o'er  Gettysburg  graves, 
Or  the  lone  tombs  of  ocean,  where  slumber  our  braves  ; 
From  the  fragrance  and  bloom  of  the  fair  distant  West, 
Where  the  nation's  great  martyr  forever  finds  rest  ; 

The  winds  as  they  greet  us  are  tranquil  to-day, 
And  our  flag's  starry  folds  in  the  glad  breezes  play  ; 
The  din  of  the  battle  forever  is  o'er, 
And  the  Angel  of  Peace  shall  depart  nevermore. 

Let  the  anthem  ring  out  which  our  voices  now  raise, 
And  the  hills  speed  the  echoes  that  thrill  with  thy  praise; 
Let  the  glad  song  resound  from  bright  sea  to  sea! 
While  our  hearts  bend  to-day,  holy  Freedom,  to  thee. 

Agnes  Macnamaka. 

VIII.  BENEDICTION Rev.  Dr.  Shelton. 

List  of  Relics  of  the  late  Rebellion,  including  many  from  the  great  battle- 
fields of  the  War,  collected  by  JULIUS  E.  Francis,  contained  in  Case  No.  I  : 

No.  i.  A  piece  of  iron  cut  from  the  starboard  side  (aft  amidships)  of  the  U.  S.  "Monitor," 
where  she  received  a  shot  in  the  engagement  with  the  Rebel  ram  "  Merrimac"  in  Hampton 
Roads,  Va.  Also,  four  iron  and  nine  copper  rivets,  and  two  pieces  of  the  casing  of  the  Turret. 
These  articles  were  obtained  while  the  "Monitor"  was  undergoing  repairs  at  the  Washington 
Navy  Yard,  October  10,  1862. 

No.  2.  A  bolt  and  a  piece  of  iron  plating  from  the  dome  of  the  Capitol  at  Washington,  D.  C. 
Obtained  October  10,  1862. 

No.  3.  The  pattern  from  which  the  ornament  was  cast,  forming  a  portion  of  the  headwork  of 
the  Goddess  of  Liberty,  surmounting  the  dome  of  the  Capitol.  From  the  workshop  I  obtained 
this  star  and  ball.     Washington,  October  10,  1862. 


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No.  4.  A  piece  of  telegraph  wire  found  in  the  hall  of  the  Arlington  House.  I  accompanied 
Prof.  Gardiner  to  Arlington  Heights,  calling  on  General  Heitzelman,  and  there  attached  a  card  to 
this  wire. 

No.  5.  The  fragment  of  a  20-pound  shell  used  for  a  24-pound  United  States  smooth-bore  field 
gun.  From  General  Doubleday,  at  Fort  Albany,  Ya.,  commanding.  Making  known  to  the  general 
the  want  of  some  trophy,  he  presented  me  this  fragment  from  a  shell  used  in  the  defense  of  Wash- 
ington, D.  C,  October  12.  1862. 

No.  6.  A  flint  lock,  bayonet,  heel  plate  and  trigger  plate  of  an  old  United  States  musket, 
found  among  the  ruins  at  Harper's  Ferry,  after  the  surrender  of  General  Miles,  which  took  place 
September  15,  1862.  (The  barrel  was  picked  up  and  carried  some  distance,  but  being  cumbersome, 
I  abandoned  it.) 

No.  7.  A  one-pound  hand  grenade,  complete,  excepting  the  charge,  consisting  of  the  plunger 
to  cause  explosion,  and  the  rudder  to  guide  its  direction.  Presented  by  Col.  Jack  Langworthy, 
Fort  Ethan  Allen.     Defense  of  Washington.  D.  C,  October  12,  1862. 

No.  8.  The  turnings  from  bore  of  a  field  gun.  Obtained  at  the  Washington  Navy  Yard 
October  12.  1862. 

No.  9.     Turnings  of  a  field  gun.     Obtained  at  the  Navy  Yard,  October  12,  1862. 

No.  10.  Borings  from  a  gun  of  the  Columbiad  pattern.  Obtained  from  the  Washington  Navy 
Yard.  October  12,  1862. 

No.  1 1.  Musket  percussion  caps,  and  the  remnant  of  a  piece  of  copper  from  which  they  were 
made.  I  enjoyed  a  visit  through  the  works,  a  privilege  seldom  allowed  visitors  at  the  Navy  Yard. 
Washington,  October  12,  1862. 

No.  1  2.  A  piece  of  slate  from  the  roof  of  the  Treasury  Building.  This  specimen  is  from  the 
extension  of  the  west  end.     Washington,  D.  C,  October  12,  1862. 

No.  13.  Union  soldier's  canteen,  picked  up  from  the  battlefield,  near  Fairfax  Court-House 
Road.     Defenses  of  Washington,  D.  C,  October,  1862. 

No.  14.  A  bayonet  scabbard  found  in  the  woods  near  the  battlefield  of  Antietam,  Md.. 
fought  Sept.  16,  17,  and  18,  1862.     October  14,  1862. 

No.  1  5.  A  leather  locket  found  in  the  woods  near  the  battlefield  of  Antietam,  Md.,  October 
14,  1862. 

No.  16.     A  Confederate  canteen  found  near  the  battlefield  of  Antietam,  Md.,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  17.     A  Union  soldier's  canteen  picked  up  on  the  Fairfax  Road,  1862. 

No.  18.  A  cap  pouch  picked  up  on  the  field  on  the  night  of  October  13,  1862.  (Spent  the 
night  with  the  father  of  Elihu  and  Daniel  Faxson  —  a  small  house  not  far  from  the  school.) 

No.  19.  Two  buckles  and  a  stud  taken  from  the  halters  of  artillery  harness  found  upon  the 
battlefield.     Also  the  stud  from  a  cartridge-box  found  at  Antietam,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  20.  Roasted  coffee,  taken  from  a  Rebel  haversack.  Picked  up  on  the  Fairfax  Road,  Ya.. 
( >ctober  12,  1862. 


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No.  21.  Three  musket  balls  and  a  button  found  in  the  church  at  Antietam  (school-house). 
This  was  near  the  '  Peach  Orchard"  and  "Corn  Field.''  (The  rail  fence  and  house  gave  the 
appearance  that  bullets  were  in  great  abundance  )     Antietam,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  22.'  Three  musket  explosive  bullets  of  Williams's  patent,  caliber  .577,  and  an  ordinary 
United  States  round  bullet,  caliber  .69.     Found  upon  the  battlefield  of  Antietam,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  23.  Six  musket  (elongated)  bullets,  caliber  .58,  United  States,  and  one  Mississippi  Rebel 
bullet,  caliber  52.      Found  at  Antietam,  Maryland,  October  14,  1S62. 

No.  24.  Three  musket  balls  and  cartridges  and  two  elongated  bullets.  Picked  up  in  the 
"Corn  Field  "  at  Antietam,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  25.  The  fragment  of  a  Hotchkiss  shell,  supposed  to  have  been  fired  from  a  Rebel  12- 
pound  Blakely  gun.      Found  in  the  woods  at  Antietam,  Maryland,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  26.  The  fragment  of  a  10-pound  percussion  shell,  used  for  a  10-pounder  Parrott  gun. 
Picked  up  in  the  woods  at  Antietam,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  27.  The  fragment  of  a  10-pound  Parrott  shell  found  upon  the  battlefield  of  Antietam, 
Maryland,  near  the  church,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  28.     A  I'nited  States  cartridge-box.    Picked  up  at  Antietam,  Maryland,  October  14,  1SA2. 

No.  29.  Two  of  Mefford's  elongated  rifled  bullets  and  a  round  ball.  Obtained  from  the  Wash- 
ington Navy  Yard,  October,  1862. 

No.  30.  Pieces  of  an  iron  bridge  destroyed  by  the  Rebels  at  Hanover  Junction,  Maryland,  on 
the  27th  day  of  June,  1863. 

No.  31.  Pieces  of  an  iron  bridge  destroyed  by  the  Rebels  near  Harper's  Ferry,  \'a.,  on  the 
13th  of  September,  1862,  just  previous  to  the  surrender  by  General  Miles. 

No.  32.  A  Rebel  cartridge-box.  Picked  up  in  the  woods  at  Antietam,  Maryland,  October 
14,  1862. 

No.  33.  A  roll  of  bandage,  tip  of  bayonet,  scabbard,  buttons,  etc.  Found  in  the  corn  field 
at  Antietam,  Maryland,  October  14,  1862. 

No.  34.  A  fuze  shell  for  light  12-pounder  United  States  smooth-bore  gun,  caliber  4.62.  Found 
at  Culp's  Hill  a  tree  about  one  foot  in  diameter,  where  some  one  had  counted  180  bullets  from  the 
ground  up  20  feet  (making  a  note  on  the  tree),  Gettysburg,  fought  the  1st,  2d  and  3d  of  July,  1863. 

No.  35.  Spherical  case  shot  for  12-pounder  Rebel  smooth-bore  gun,  caliber  4.62.  Manufac- 
tured and  used  by  the  Rebels  at  the  Battle  of  Gettysburg.  This  projectile  was  found  near  Little 
Round  Top.     It  contains  from  twenty  to  twenty-five  cast-iron  bullets,  besides  the  explosive  charge. 

No.  36.  10-pound  Parrott  shells  for  10-pounder  Parrott  rifle  gun,  caliber  2.09.  Found  near 
Cemetery  Hill,  Gettysburg. 

No.  37.  10-pound  Parrott  shell  for  10-pounder  Parrott  rifle  gun,  caliber  2.09.  Found  near 
Cemetery  Hill.  Gettysburg. 

No.  38.  A  3-inch  Hotchkiss  shell  for  3-inch  United  States  Ordnance  rifled  gun.  Found  near 
Seminary  Ridge,  Gettysburg. 


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No.  39.  A  12-pound  Hotchkiss  fuze  shell  for  12-pounder  James  rifled  gun.  Found  upon  the 
battlefield  of  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  40.  A  6.7-inch  Hotchkiss  fuze  shell,  for  6.7-inch  James  rifled  gun.  Found  upon  the 
battlefield  of  (Gettysburg. 

No,  41.  A  6.7-inch  Hotchkiss  fuze  shell,  for  6.7-inch  James  rifled  gun.  Found  upon  the 
battlefield  of  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  42.  A  6.7-inch  Hotchkiss  fuze  shell,  for  6.7-inch  James  rifled  gun.  Found  upon  the 
battlefield  of  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  43.  A  6.7-inch  Hotchkiss  fuze  shell,  for  6.7-inch  James  rifled  gun.  Found  upon  the 
battlefield  of  Gettysburg. 

NO.  44.  The  fragment  of  a  10-pound  Parrott  fuze  shell,  for  10-pounder  Parrott  rifled  gun, 
United  States.     Found  upon  the  battlefield  of  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  45.  The  fragment  of  a  20-pound  Parrott  fuze  shell,  for  20-pounder  Parrott  rifled  gun, 
I'nited  States,  calibre  3.67.     Found  at  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  46.  The  fragment  of  a  6.7-inch  James  case  shot,  for  6.7-inch  James  rifled  gun.  Found 
at  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  47.  The  fragment  of  a  6.7-inch  James  fuze  shell,  used  for  same  gun  as  described  in  Xo. 
46.     Found  at  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  48.  The  fragment  of  a  12-pound  shell,  for  a  12-pounder  United  States  smooth-bore  gun. 
Found  upon  the  battlefield  of  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  49.  The  fragment  of  a  12-pound  spherical  case  shot,  for  6.7-inch  James  rifled  gun.  Found 
at  ( Gettysburg. 

Xo.  50.  The  fragment  of  a  10-pound  Parrott  fuze  shell,  used  for  a  10-pound  Parrott  rifled 
gun,  caliber  2.09.     Found  upon  the  battlefield  of  Gettysburg. 

No.  51.  The  fragment  of  a  10-pound  Parrott  percussion  shell,  for  a  10-pounder  Parrott  gun, 
caliber  2.09.     Found  at  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  52.  The  fragment  of  a  12-pound  shell,  for  a  12-pounder  United  States  smooth-bore  gun. 
Found  at  Gettysburg. 

Xo.  53.  Four  musket  explosive  bullets,  of  Williams's  patent,  caliber  .57.  Found  near  Little 
Round  Top,  Gettysburg. 

No.  54.  Eight  explosive  musket  bullets,  of  Williams's  patent,  caliber  .57,  four  percussion  caps 
and  cartridge-box  "  stud."     Found  near  Cemetery  Hill,  Gettysburg. 

No.  55.  A  grape  shot  found  near  Cemetery  Hill,  Gettysburg.  A  stand  of  grape  is  generally 
composed  of  nine  such  bullets  bolted  together  in  such  a  manner  that  when  fired  from  a  gun  they 
separate,  and  are  very  destructive  at  short  range. 

No.  56.  A  cartridge-box  plate  and  a  body-belt  plate,  for  infantry.  Found  in  the  cemetery 
at  Gettysburg. 

No.  57.  Three  musket  bullets,  of  Williams's  patent,  caliber  .57.  Cut  out  of  a  tree  near  Culp's 
Hill,  Gettysburg. 


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No.  58.  The  fragment  of  a  musket  bullet.  Found  in  the  crevice  of  a  rock  on  Little  Round 
Top,  Gettysburg. 

No.  59.     A  musket  tompion.     Found  near  Little  Round  Top,  Gettysburg. 

No.  60.  The  fragment  of  the  scabbard  of  a  staff  officer's  sword.  Found  near  Cemetery  Hill, 
Gettysburg. 

No.  61.  The  fragment  of  the  scabbard  of  a  Rebel  line  officer's  sword.  Found  near  where  Gen. 
Robert  E.  Lee's  head-quarters  were  located,  Seminary  Hill,  Gettysburg. 

No.  62.     The  bayonet  of  an  Austrian  musket.     Found  on  Seminary  Ridge,  Gettysburg. 

No.  63.  A  United  States  canteen.  Found  on  the  nth  of  October,  1863,  near  the  Cemetery, 
Gettysburg. 

No.  64.     A  United  States  cap-box.     Found  near  the  Seminary,  Gettysburg. 

No.  65.     Chin-strap  of  a  soldier's  fatigue  cap.     Found  upon  the  battlefield  of  Gettysburg. 

No.  66.  A  cavalry  sabre.  Taken  from  the  Union  cavalry  by  the  Rebels  at  Woodstock,  Va., 
and  afterwards  recaptured  by  the  LTnion  troops  at  Mount  Jackson,  Va.  Contributed  by  Dr.  Robert 
T.  Paine,  28th  New-York. 

No.  67.  A  12-pounder  James  rifle  projectile,  caliber  3.67.  Found  near  the  Cemetery  battle- 
field, Gettysburg. 

No.  68.  Two  buckles,  the  stud  of  a  cartridge-box  and  piece  of  a  musket  string.  Picked  up 
after  the  battle  of  Gettysburg,  October  10,  1863. 

No.  69.  Buckshot  (part  of  one).  Taken  from  the  body  of  Col.  Ellsworth,  killed  at  the 
Marshall  House,  Alexandria,  Va.     Contributed  by  John  F.  Porter  of  the  14th  Brooklyn  Regiment. 

No.  70.  Piece  of  bannister  grasped  by  Col.  Ellsworth  as  he  fell.  Contributed  by  John  F. 
Porter.     Not  long  after  its  deposit  I  missed  it. 

No.  71.  Rebel  button  (naval)  Confederate  States  of  America.  Contributed  by  a  signer  of 
the  Memorial. 

No.  72.  Piece  of  Jeff.  Davis's  desk,  Senate  chamber.  The  New- York  Regiment,  with  which 
J.  F.  Porter  was  connected,  occupied  the  capital,  as  no  quarters  were  provided  at  this  early  date. 

No.  73.     Buckshot,  buckle,  buttons,  etc.,  from  the  Defenses  at  Washington,  D.  C. 

No.  74.  Hilt  of  an  officer's  sword.  Picked  up  after  the  battle  of  First  Bull  Run.  Contributed 
by  Wm.  J.  F.  Boardman,  of  Hartford,  Conn. 

No.  75.  Concrete  and  casing  of  Fort  Sumter.  Contributed  by  Edward  T.  Lacy,  and 
obtained  by  him  when  on  a  visit  in  Charleston,  S.  C. 

No.  76.  Letter  or  order  of  Abraham  Lincoln.  Contributed  by  a  Mr.  Allen,  who  was  in  the 
quartermaster's  department,  and  who  signed  the  "Autograph  Memorial"  while  I  was  engaged  in 
this  work  in  Washington. 

The  "Lincoln  Memorial  Case"  (No.  2)  contains  the  "Autograph  Mem- 
orial "    of    ten    thousand    three    hundred    and   twenty-two   soldiers  and    sailors, 


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the  book  of  fifteen  hundred  autographs,  including  the  Forty-third  Congress, 
the  two  volumes  (Memorial  to  Edwin  M.  Stanton )  of  fourteen  hundred  illus- 
trated envelopes  used  during  the  War,  scrap-book  of  manuscripts  and  letters 
from  prominent  men,  also  a  copy  of  the  original  Memorial  to  the  Forty-third 
Congress  to  make  Lincoln's  birthday  a  legal  holiday,  and  signed  by  50  citizens 
of  Buffalo,  and  28  handsomely-bound  volumes  of  the  NEW-YORK  TIMES,  from 
1875  to  1 88 1  inclusive.  This  case  is  in  itself  a  curiosity,  and  is  a  work  of  art. 
It  was  built  at  a  cost  of  $1,500,  and  made  from  historical  woods,  the  following 
being  a  description  of   the  woods  inlaid  in  the  case  : 

Left  pilaster,  13  stars,  oak  and  pine,  Faneuil  Hall.  Right  pilaster,  34 
stars,  oak,  Independence  Hall.  Upper  flag,  50  stars,  original  California  tree. 
Two  Memorials,  Charter  Oak,  Independence  Hall  and  Frigate  "Constitution." 
Four  small  shields  ornamenting  the  Memorial  of  50  citizens  of  Buffalo  to 
the  Forty-third  Congress  to  make  Abraham  Lincoln's  birthday  a  national 
holiday,  oak,  Independence  Hall  and  "Old  Ironsides."  Top  shield,  oak, 
Independence  Hall,  pine,  Faneuil  Hall  and  California  wood.  Six  stars  on 
sides  of  case,  hemlock,  Old  South  Church,  Boston,  built   1669. 

This  case  was  dedicated  April  9th  and  10th,  1876,  and  the  programme 
of  exercises  will  be  found   in   the  next  following  pages: 


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Dedication  of  the  Memorial  Case, 

Book  of  Autographs,  and  Illustrated  Envelopes, 


TO 


THE    AMERICAN     UNION 


TO   TAKE    PLACE   AT    THE 


UNITARIAN  CHURCH,  APRIL  9-10,  1876,  BUFFALO,  N.  Y. 


Hon.  JAMES    SHELDON,    Presiding. 


Introductory  Remarks,  Reading  Letters  from  Henry  W.  Longfellow,  John  G.  W Jut  tier, 

George  William  Cttrtis,   William  Cullen  Bryant,  Oliver  Wendell 

Holmes,  Wendell  Phillips. 


PROGRAMME. 
I.    REQUIEM Choir. 

Hark  to  the  symphony  swelling  the  earth. 
Angels  of  Heaven  proclaiming  its  birth  ; 
Breathing  with  love  are  the  strains  as  they  roll, 
Freighted  with  grace  of  a  sanctified  soul. 

Sweet  unto  sadness  those  purified  tones, 
Grief  that  is  rapture,  and  joys  that  are  moans  ; 
Sighs  for  the  life  which  has  risen  above, 
Joy  for  the  gift  of  that  heaven-sent  love. 

Voices  of  Nature  the  triumphing  lead, 
Sounding  in  echoes  the  hymn  of  the  freed  ; 
New  wake  the  chorus,  ye  birdlings  of  song  ; 
Sing  it,  ye  streamlets  ;  the  chorus  prolong. 

Tell  it,  ye  zephyrs,  in  murmurings  soft, 
Whisper  it  gently  and  bear  it  aloft  ; 


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Catch  it,  ye  branches,  that  wave  in  the  a 
Tone  yoor  wild  harping  to  melody  n 

Drawing  forth  worship  at  Liberty's  shri- 
yoor  glad  tidings  to  earth  never  ocas 

F.  Tudd. 


II.      PRAYER. 


Rev.  M.  S        IRMERHORN. 


III.    PI  —On  the  part  of  Soldier  and  Sailor. 


Gen.  G.        S        GGS. 


IV.     F        -        TATION  HYMN. 


Choir. 


Once,  from  the  lips  of  a  suffering  nation. 
Rose  there  to  Kei"  er_  i  cry  full  of  w 

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Trembling  and  faint  were  God's  children  below. 

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shing  to  glorify  each  honored  name. 
Bring  we  these  relics  for  Love's  consecration. 

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Julia  Ditto. 


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The  "  Lincoln  Memorial  Museum  "  (Case  No.  3)  contains  relics  numbered 
from  77  to  103  inclusive,  and  is  intended  for  additional  mementos  of  the  War 
which  may  be  presented  in  the  future.  All  desiring  to  add  to  this  col- 
lection are  invited  to  send  the  articles  to  Mr.  William  C.  Francis,  the  custo- 
dian of  the  collection,  who  will  sec  that  they  are  placed  in  the  case  and  cards 
with  name  of  donor  attached. 

The  following  is  a  list  of  the  present  contents  of  the  "  Museum  "  case: 

No.  77.  Abraham  Lincoln's  cane,  1862.  (Name  engraved  on  handle.)  Carried  by  Lincoln 
while  President.     Presented  by  Mrs.  Jason  Sexton. 

No.  78.  Crape  cut  from  the  drapery  of  canopy  over  body  of  A.  Lincoln  while  lying  in  state  at 
the  White  House.  Presented  by  Capt.  Gaylord  (Co.  K,  16th  N.  Y.  Cavalry),  who  acted  as  body- 
guard. 

No.  79.  Rosette  from  Lincoln's  casket  while  body  laid  in  state  at  St.  James  Hall,  Buffalo, 
1864.     Presented  by  Wm.  Ives. 

No.  80.  Piece  of  apple-tree  from  Appomattox  Court-house,  Va.  Lee's  surrender,  April  9, 
1865. 

No.  81.  Fragment  of  the  Rebel  flag  that  floated  over  the  Confederate  Capitol  at  Richmond, 
and  captured  by  the  U.  S.  forces. 

No.  82.  This  confederate  currency  is  a  portion  of  the  Rebel  army  funds  surrendered  at  Appo- 
mattox Court-house,  Va.,  with  the  property  of  the  Army  of  Northern  Virginia  under  Gen.  R.  E. 
Lee. 

No.  83.     Union  canteen  from  Cemetery  Hill,  Gettysburg,  October  10,  1863. 

No.  84.     Cartridge-box  from  the  battlefield  of  Gettysburg.  October  io,  1863. 

No.  85.     Shell  from  the  battlefield  of  Gettysburg,  October  10,  1863. 

No.  86.     Cap-box  found  near  the  Cemetery  at  Gettysburg,  October  10,  1863. 

No.  87.     Rebel  bullet  from  Petersburg,  1863. 

No.  88.     This  piece  used  as  a  transport  for  Union  officer,  and  signed  Admiral  Dupont. 

No.  89.     Bayonet  sheath  from  the  battlefield  of  Gettysburg,  October  10,  1863. 

No.  90.     Rebel  canteen  from  the  battlefield  of  Gettysburg,  October  10,  1863. 

No.  91.     U.  S.  Postal  currency  used  during  the  War. 

No.  92.     U.  S.  stamps  in  circulation  during  the  War. 

No.  93.     War  badges. 

No.  94.     Profile  of  Lincoln,  cut  from  marble. 

No.  95.     Copies  of  programmes  used  at  the  exercises  celebrating  Lincoln's  birthday,  18 

No.  96.     Cards  presented  to  public-school  children  on  Lincoln's  birthdays  18 

30,000  each  year. 


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No.  97.  Duplicate  of  memorial  signed  by  fifty  young  men  (pupils  in  our  public  schools),  and 
sent  to  Forty-third  Congress.     The  original  of  the  above  was  written  on  parchment,  etc. 

No.  98.     Bronze  profile  of  G.  Washington. 

Xo.  99.     Bronze  profile  of  A.  Lincoln. 

Xo.  100.  1,500  autographs  Forty-third  Congress,  United  States  Supreme  Court  Judges,  Gov- 
ernment officials,  etc. 

Xo.  101.  Dirk  knife  taken  from  the  breast  of  a  Union  soldier  at  the  Second  Battle  of  Bull 
Run  by  John  Ball,  and  presented  by  11.  Wing. 

Xo.  102.     Profile  of  A.  Lincoln,  made  up  of  400  faces. 

Xo.  103.  Piece  of  the  third  stand  of  regimental  colors  given  to  the  116th  Regiment,  X.  Y. 
Vols.  (Col.  Sizer's),  shot  from  the  flag  at  Battle  of  Cedar  Creek,  October  19.  1864. 


The  Lincoln  Birthday  Association. 


|N  addition  to  the  work  of  collecting  the  relics  to  form  this 
"  Memorial,"  Mr.  Francis  organized  the  "  Lincoln  Birthday 
Association."  A  memorial  to  the  Forty-third  Congress  was 
prepared,  and  signed  by  50  citizens  of  Buffalo,  to  establish  the 
1 2th  of  February  a  legal  holiday.  It  was  drawn  on  parchment, 
backed  with  blue  silk,  with  50  white  stars,  and  exquisite  needlework  border, 
inserted  in  a  folding  case  of  French  walnut,  and  enclosed  in  a  Russia  leather 
case. 

It  was  introduced  in  the  House  of  Representatives,  Washington,  D.  C,  by 
the  Hon.  Lyman  K.  Bass,  on  the  18th  of  December,  1873,  and  referred  to  the 
Judiciary  Committee,  who  made  an  adverse  report,  May  25,  1874,  and  it  now 
rests  in  the  room  of  that  Committee.  This  action  did  not,  however,  discourage 
its  originator,  who  also  formed  the  "  Alternate  Lincoln  Birthday  Association," 
composed  of  young  men  from  the  public  schools.  An  "Alternate  Memorial" 
was  also  sent  to  the  Forty-third  Congress,  signed  by  50  young  men,  which  was 
a  copy  of  the  original  Memorial.  It  is  now  in  the  custody  of  the  Clerk  of  the 
Senate. 

The  original  Lincoln  Birthday  Association  was  incorporated  December  24. 
1877,  with  the  following  trustees  : 


P.  P.  Pratt, 

F.  L.  Danforth, 

J.  R.  Brownell, 


J.  P.  Dudley. 
O.  P.  Ramsdell, 
J.  E.  Francis, 


W.  C.  Francis, 

S.  C.  Adams, 
George  Meacham. 


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The  first  public  celebration  of  Lincoln's  birthday  took  place  February  12, 
1874,  at  St.  James  Hall,  Buffalo,  and  was  celebrated  each  year  thereafter  during 
the  life  of  Mr.  Francis,  which  included  from  1874  to  1881,  inclusive.  It  was  his 
pleasure  to  furnish  the  halls,  the  music,  both  instrumental  and  vocal  (the  latter 
generally  being  the  Liedertafel  Society,  or  other  organizations),  all  at  his  own 
expense.  He  persevered  in  securing  the  services  of  orators  for  addresses,  and 
also  essays  and  poems  written  by  interested  friends,  which  made  these  celebra- 
tions both  enjoyable  and  instructive.  They  were  free  to  all  who  desired  to 
attend,  and  a  crowded  house  was  always  the  result.  The  entertainments 
included  both  afternoon  and  evening.  In  addition  to  this,  he  issued  each  year 
60,000  beautifully-engraved  cards,  which  were  presented  to  each  pupil  in  our 
public  schools,  and  sent  to  Government  officials,  etc.  He  also  obtained  permis- 
sion to  visit  the  public  schools,  and  arranged  with  them,  through  the  Superin- 
tendent of  Education,  for  appropriate  exercises  on  the  12th  of  each  February. 
It  has  recently  been  ascertained  from  the  books  of  Mr.  Francis  that  he  expended 
§20,000  in  this  work  from  1863  to  1881.  The  following  are  copies  of  pro- 
grammes of  the  exercises  held  during  the  years  referred  to  : 

Order  of  Exercises  at  St.  James  Hall. 

THURSDAY  EVENING,  FEBRUARY  12,  1874. 
HON.  N.  K.  HALL Presiding. 

INSTRUMENTAL  MUSIC A.  POPPENBERG. 

PRAYER, Rev.  F.  Frothixgham. 

READING A.  T.  Chester,  D.  D. 

SINGING, IXTERNATIONAL   QUARTETTE. 

ADDRESS J.  N.  Larned,  Esq. 

SINGING — "  Star  Spangled  Banner" International  Quartette. 

READING F.  F.  Fargo,  I 

READING Prof.  J.  W.  Barker. 

SINGING — "My  Country,  'tis  of  Thee"  (in  which  the  audience  are  requested  to  join). 

International  Quartette. 

BENEDICTION Rev.  W.  V.  Kelly. 

DOORS  OPEN  AT  6.45  O'CLOCK.  EXERCISES  AT  -j.45  O'CLOCK. 


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£66at>* 

Sixty-five  years  ago  to-day  began  one  of  the  tales  which  history  delights  to  tell.  A  life  dawned 
which  was  to  mark  an  era  in  the  world's  progress.  Its  origin  was  obscure  and  poor.  None  could 
think,  the  day  it  came,  that  it  was  to  be  so  great.  Its  lot  was  hard.  Its  growth  was  sturdy.  In 
the  strong  school  of  toil  it  grew  in  honesty,  sobriety,  and  patience,  in  independence  and  modesty, 
in  kindness  and  humility.  It  clung  to  these.  It  was  reverent  and  aspiring.  Whatever  might 
happen,  it  would  not  be  base.  Through  no  selfish  ambition,  but  by  suffrage  of  fellow-men,  the 
love  and  honor  of  a  few  of  whom  it  had  secured,  it  was  summoned  to  our  country's  supreme  place. 
There  it  was  appointed  to  stand,  the  centre  and  guide  of  the  nation,  while  the  nation's  life  and  the 
world's  progress  hung  on  the  issue  of  a  terrible  conflict.  How  nobly  it  stood,  amid  what  a  rain  of 
sorrows,  treacheries,  hatreds,  labors, —  the  world's  cold  eyes  fixed  upon  it  and  conquered  into  tender 
admiration  by  its  inflexible  worthiness  !  How  grand  it  showed  to  be  the  qualities  which  make  a 
true  manhood !  Their  worth  is  its  illuminated  lesson.  A  nation's  best  possession  is  its  noble 
children.  They  are  better  than  wealth;  they  are  wealth's  security.  They  are  better  than  laws; 
against  them  there  is  no  law.  They  are  better  than  constitutions  ;  to  keep  them  in  order  no  consti- 
tution is  needed.  In  danger  they  are  its  safety.  They  are  law,  order,  wealth,  safety,  progress,  all 
in  one.     And  when  it  dies  they  are  its  immortal  life,  their  memory  its  undying  glory. 

Of  these,  surely,  is  our  Abraham  Lincoln.  Noble  as  a  boy,  noble  as  a  man,  he  was  noble 
as  head  and  ruler  of  the  nation  —  perhaps  noblest  in  the  unselfish  loyalty  to  Right,  which  refused 
even  to  seize  the  immortal  honor  of  proclaiming  Freedom  until  he  clearly  saw  it  to  be  his  duty. 
Worthy  was  he  to  issue  the  glorious  Proclamation  of  Emancipation.  It  was  the  triumph  of  his 
unselfishness  and  his  humility. 

"  Oh,  Truth  !  oh,  Freedom  !  how  are  ye  still  born 

In  the  rude  stable,  in  the  manger  nursed  ; 

What  humble  hands  unbar  those  gates  of  morn 

Through  which  the  splendors  of  the  New  Day  burst  !  " 


Buffalo,  N.  V..  February  12,  1874. 


"  With  honor,  honor,  honor  to  him, 
Eternal  honor  to  his  name."  — F.  F 


Hbrabam  Xincoln. 


1809.      FEBRUARY    12.      1S74. 


Ah  !  well  it  is,  we  say. 
For  men  to  weave  the  laurel,  and  to  crown 
Their  heroes  !     Well  to  lift  the  marble  high, 
And  bid  it  tell  for  ages  the  great  deeds 


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That  saved  the  land  !     And,  well  to  hallow  days, 
And  make  them  rich  with  blessed  memories, 
That  cluster  round  each  passing  hour,  and  lay 
A  beauty  and  a  fragrance  on  the  time  ! 

Well,  not  for  him  who  sleeps  his  dreamless  sleep, 
Whose  white  hands  lie  upon  a  quiet  breast, — 
But  for  the  men  who  live  and  work  to-day. 
For  those  who  march  with  slow  and  weary  feet, 
For  those  who  lead  the  people  to  the  fray 
And  bid  them  die  for  Freedom  and  for  God. 

This  man,  whose  name  is  on  our  lips,  whose  deeds 

Are  written  in  our  hearts, —  how  was  he  wrought  ? 

What  was  his  nature  ?     Was  he  high  or  low  ? 

Did  honorable  wealth  watch  his  young  life, 

Or  was  he  nurtured  in  a  lowly  way, 

And  hardened  for  the  conflict  from  his  birth, 

And  so  made  ready  for  his  victory  ? 

Short,  simple  words  should  tell  the  simple  tale. 

A  poor  white  boy  within  a  cabin  home, 

Held  down  by  the  same  curse  that  held  the  slave  ; 

A  lad  athirst  for  wisdom,  yet  shut  in. 

And  pressed,  and  hindered  by  his  poverty  ; 

A  man  with  all  the  roots  of  greatness  hid 

By  overlying  rocks  of  circumstance. 

What  shall  call  out  the  hero,  and  uplift 
This  man  of  men  to  his  own  peerless  height? 
The  long  years  gave  their  tribute  as  they  passed, 
And  hailed  him  master.     All  the  kindly  grace, 
The  childlike  ways,  the  homely  honesty, 
The  tender  love,  the  loyalty  to  truth, 
That  flow  and  mingle  in  the  gentlest  blood, 
Were  met  together  in  his  blameless  life. 

His  story  is  not  old  ;  no  need  to  write 
A  lengthened  page  to  blazon  all  his  fame. 
With  sturdy  growth  he  threw  off  every  weight, 
And  sprang,  full-armored,  to  the  battle  front, 


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And  led  the  hosts  of  Freedom.     And  in  his  hand 

He  bore  the  banner  of  our  liberty, 

And  made  his  blood-dyed  folds  so  glorious, 

That,  for  their  beauty,  we  forgot  the  hand 

That  held  it  up  amid  the  fiery  storm, 

Until  we  saw  him  dead  beside  his  trust. 

Ah,  friends,  today  we  sit  within  this  place, 
And  think  of  home,  and  country,  and  fair  hopes, 
And  all  the  gifts  of  Freedom  that  are  ours, 
Because  such  men  have  lived.     Let  us  be  glad 
That  for  a  little  space  their  hearts  have  felt, 
Their  hands  have  wrought  for  all  the  brotherhood. 
Let  us  break  forth  in  fitting  words  of  praise, 
And  sing  our  songs  of  triumph,  though  the  flower 
Of  victory,  shining  o'er  the  rescued  land, 
Is  rooted  in  the  martyr's  holy  grave. 

—Mary  A.  Ripley. 


£be  1Re\v  Song. 

O  Christmas  bells  !  O  birthday  bells  ! 
Of  one  true  life  your  story  tells, 
Whose  perfect  chords  give  time  and  key, 
For  every  age's  symphony. 

Long  your  sweet  chimes  have  waked  the  year 
With  added  strains  ;  we're  slow  to  hear 
Unwonted  measures  ;  what  new  rhyme 
Breathes  deep  to  lift  the  waves  of  time  ? 

When  "Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men,'' — 
Your  first  sweet  tune, —  is  chimed  again, 
Ring  peal  on  peal,  a  sterner  song, 
Whose  echoes  tell  of  righted  wrong. 

Let  grateful  millions  hear  the  strain, 
And  shout  aloud  the  glad  refrain  ! 
Once  shackled  slaves,  now  men  set  free, 
Wake  this  new  song  of  liberty  ! 


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What  soldier,  martyr,  saint  or  king, 
Made  life  or  death  an  offering 
More  worth  than  he  whose  birth,  to-day, 
And  deeds,  a  nation's  thanks  repay  ? 

The  thrill  that  pierced  the  great  world's  heart, 
That  stopped  its  pulses,  bade  them  start 
With  indignation,  vengeance  rife 
As  ebbed  the  patriot  Lincoln's  life. 

That  thrill  it  was  that  taught  the  bells 
Their  grand  new  song ;  its  burthen  tells 
High  thoughts  to  man,  and  questions  when 
His  deeds  shall  wake  new  strains  again. 

While  pants  one  soul  for  freedom's  life, 
While  sinks  one  heart  in  slavery's  strife, 
While  power,  or  passion's  might,  makes  right, 
Truth's  goal  is  hidden  from  our  sight. 

But  long  as  Christmas  bells  may  chime 
Will  Lincoln's  song  be  rung  in  time  ; 
Its  brave,  true  notes,  with  Christmas  cheer, 
And  "  Peace  on  earth  "  sing  down  the  year. 

— Mrs.  Mary  B.  Sibley, 


Order  of  Exercises  at  Lafayette-Street  Church. 

FRIDAY  EVENING,  FEBRUARY  12,  1875. 
GROSVENOR   W.  HEACOCK,  D.D.,      .         .        .     Presiding. 

MUSIC — Organ  Voluntary Robert  DENTON. 

PRAYER Rev.  Luther  J.  Fletcher. 

READING  OF  THE  MEMORIAL Isaac  M.  SCHERMERHORN. 

SINGING  THE  HYMN  OF  PEACE. 

ADDRESS, Rev.  David  R.  Frazer. 

SINGING— " Star  Spangled  Banner," Miss  Nina  Burtis. 


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READING  THE  ESSAY Rev.  M.  K.  SCHERMERHORN. 

READING   AND  SINGING  THE  LINCOLN   HYMN,       .         .         .        Rev.  A.  T.  CHESTER. 
READING  THE  POEM  "ABRAHAM  LINCOLN."      .         .         .      GEO.  WADSWORTH,  Esq. 

SINGING—"  Let  the  Dead  and  Beautiful  Rest," 

Sung  by  the  (colored)  scholars  of  Public  School  No.  9. 

READING Prof.  J.  W.  Barker. 

SINGING — •  Come,  Rise  with  the  Lark," 

Colored  children,  instructed  by  Mrs.  Susan  C.  Claraluna. 

READING  OF  THE  SONG .        .        .    F.  F.  Fargo,  Esq. 

SINGING — "My  Country  'tis  of  Thee"      .         .         .In  which  the  audience  are  requested  to  join. 

BENEDICTION Rev.  V.  R.  HOTCHKISS. 

Twelve  ladies  and  gentlemen  kindly  consent  to  take  part  in  these  Exercises. 
The  fifty  citizens  (signers),  with  their  families,  will  enter  on  Washington  Street;    holders  of 
personal  cards,  east  door  on  Lafayette  Street ;  general  entrance,  west  door,  Lafayette  Street. 


"  These  are  my  jewels,"  said  the  royal  mother,  pointing  to  her  noble  sons.  The  jewels  of  any 
nation  are  its  noble  sons.  More  precious  than  all  others  are  these,  for  they  cost  most,  are  the 
rarest,  and  endure  the  longest.  No  labor  in  mining  for  gold,  searching  for  diamonds,  or  diving  for 
pearls,  is  so  costly  in  self-sacrifice  and  toil  as  is  that  by  which  a  great  man  produces  himself.  Truly 
great  men  are  few  and  far  between.  Superior  men, —  men  great  in  intellect,  great  in  character,  and 
great  in  deeds, —  these  are  the  products  of  ages  ;  and  no  nation,  even  the  oldest,  the  grandest,  and 
the  most  heroic  — whether  it  be  Greece,  Rome,  Judea,  in  ancient  times,  or  France,  Germany,  Eng- 
land, in  modern  times  —  can  boast  more  than  one  or  two  of  them.  But  the  "  one  or  two"  superior 
men  whom  every  nation  delights  to  honor,  are  not  only  its  most  costly  and  rare,  but  also  its  most 
enduring  treasures ;  their  names  are  held  in  everlasting  remembrance ;  their  shining  virtues,  lofty 
attainments,  heroic  deeds,  immortalize  their  nations  ;  and  in  return  the  unceasing  praises  and  lasting 
memorials  of  their  nations  should  be  theirs. 

"  Were  a  star  quenched  on  high, 
For  ages  would  its  light, 
Still  traveling  downward  from  the  sky, 
Shine  on  our  mortal  sight. 

"  So  when  a  great  man  dies, 
Ages  beyond  our  ken, 
The  light  he  leaves  behind  him  lies 
Upon  the  paths  of  men. 


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Our  American  Republic  has  produced  many  noble  sons,  but  WASHINGTON  and  LINCOLN  are 
noblest  of  all ;  their  names  will  be  remembered  when  all  others  are  forgotten.  The  Father  and 
the  Savior,  the  Author  and  the  Preserver  of  our  National  Liberties  !  Side  by  side  they  stand,  will 
stand,  must  stand,  not  only  so  long  as  the  American  Republic  continues  to  exist,  but  also  so  long 
as  the  fact  of  its  existence  continues  to  be  a  record  on  the  pages  of  History.  These  are  our 
"jewels!"  We  should  guard  them  as  priceless  treasures,  and  hold  them  up  to  the  admiration  of 
the  world. 

Sixty-six  years  ago  to-day,  Abraham  Lincoln  was  born.  Though  no  human  ear  heard  it, 
yet  angels  were  singing  then,  as  eighteen  hundred  years  before,  "  Peace  on  earth,  good  will  to  men ; 
for  unto  you  is  born  this  day  a  Savior!"  A  "Savior"  he  proved  to  be;  for  he  delivered  his 
nation  from  the  hands  of  its  enemies,  and  millions  of  his  fellow-men  from  their  crushing  yokes  of 
bondage.  Surely  such  a  Deliverer  ought  to  be  hailed  as  one  of  God's  greatest  gifts  to  men,  and 
his  birthday  should  be  made  by  the  American  people  a  memorial  day  unto  all  generations. 
Abraham  Lincoln  !  an  honest,  good,  great  man  —  great  in  heart,  great  in  wisdom,  and  great  in 
deeds  !     Worthy  of  admiration,  honor  and  a  perpetual  memorial  is  he  — 

"Oh  he,  who 
So  perfect  and  so  peerless,  was  created 
Of  every  creature's  best." 


194  Delaware  St.,  Buffalo,  N.  Y.,  February  12,  1875. 


— M.  K.  S. 


Hbrabam  Xincoln. 

The  old  world  hath  its  heroes  ;  poets  tell 
In  language  sweet  and  eloquent  their  deeds, 
And  strong-souled  men  drink  in  the  golden  words 
Like  wine  from  some  rare  vintage,  till  each  heart 
Throbs  wildly  in  its  thirst  for  glory.     Yet 
Upon  the  chosen  roll  of  honored  names, 
Whose  radiance  shines  forever  thro'  the  years, 
Will  his  be  fair  and  bright  while  Time  shall  last. 
Whose  memory  wakes  in  every  heart  to-day 
A  hymn  of  praise  and  gratefulness  to  God. 

Ah  !  strife  is  banished  from  our  happy  land. 
A  sweet  and  holy  peace  has  drifted  down 
On  angel  wings  from  heaven.     The  daisies  bloom 
Above  our  honored  dead,  who  sweetly  sleep 
As  brave  men  do  who  win  their  laurels  well, 


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That  crown  a  lasting  glory.     Vet  we  dream 
With  saddened  hearts  of  one  who  held  the  flag 
When  storm  and  tempest  gathered  over  all  ; 
Of  one  who  with  a  firm,  unshaken  grasp, 
Through  steady  roll  of  thunder  loud  and  deep, 
Held  high  the  banner  with  the  silver  stars, 
When  all  the  skies  were  hidden  ;  and  when  at  length 
The  sun  in  glory  burst  the  cloudy  veil, 
When  myriad  hearts  were  blessing  him  where  yet 
He  stood  the  victor, —  he  gave  up  his  life, 
A  sacrifice  for  freedom,  and  for  right. 

He  sleeps  ;  no  more  to  meet  at  early  morn 

The  fresh,  sweet  breeze  that  fans  his  native  West  ; 

Nor  feel  the  weary  weight  of  pain  and  care 

That  hung  above  his  young  ambitious  soul 

In  early  life.     The  spirit  brave  and  strong 

That  burst  each  fetter  that  would  bind  him  down, 

Finds  peace  and  rest,     "fis  only  left  for  us 

To  hold  in  fond  remembrance  his  dear  name 

Who  gave  his  life  to  guard  our  sacred  flag. 

The  dream  of  what  he  was  shall  bring  to  life 

The  noblest  aspirations  that  may  wake 

Within  the  struggling  soul.     Above  his  grave 

The  fair,  sweet  flowers  of  immortality 

Shall  raise  their  starry  heads,  while  grand  and  strong 

The  stormy  billows  east  and  west  shall  sing 

Through  all  the  coming  time  his  requiem. 

And  we,  to-day,  while  pausing  to  look  back 
Upon  the  years  that  threatened  to  destroy 
Our  land  ;  what  words  could  we  esteem  too  great, 
What  song  would  be  too  sweet,  to  tell  the  thoughts 
That  crown  the  nation's  martyr.     Let  the  winds 
Bear  on  their  wings  afar  the  song  of  peace, 
And  breathe  in  every  strain  the  memory 
Of  him  whose  name  is  deathless  evermore. 

Oh,  sacred  star  of  liberty  !  still  shine 
Serenely  bright  above  our  happy  homes ; 


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Thy  light  no  more  is  dimmed,  but  pure  and  clear 

Its  radiance.     No  more  thou'rt  but  a  name 

That  falls  upon  the  hearts  of  shackled  slaves 

In  mockery.     Through  North  and  South  thy  beams 

In  glory  fall  ;  and  in  the  heavenly  ray 

He  calmly  rests,  while  all  the  nation  brings 

The  heart's  best  tribute  to  his  shrine  to-day. 

— Miss  Agnes  M  v  namak  \. 


SOIUJ. 


Nation  of  Freedom,  awake  !  awake  ! 

And  fill  the  wide  world  with  your  song  : 
That  a  heart  brave  and  true, 
To  will  and  to  do, 

Was  born  on  this  day,  you  among. 
That  a  heart  brave  and  true,  etc. 

Nation  of  Freedom,  awake  !  awake  ! 

And  stir  with  your  song  loyal  hearts  ; 
For  dear  Memory  weeps 
O'er  the  one  who  now  sleeps, 

And  needs  the  lesson  he  imparts. 
For  dear  Memory  weeps,  etc. 

A  life  is  not  born  to  indolent  ease, 

And  weeping  o'er-much  dries  the  well  ; 

Up  !  labor,  and  yearn, 

From  example  to  learn, 

That  reward  lies  in  work  to  excel  ! 
Up  !  labor,  and  yearn,  etc. 

Nation  of  Freedom,  awake  '.  awake  ! 
And  cheer  the  poor  laborer  on  ; 
For  the  hero  now  dead, 
For  his  country  who  bled. 

Through  hard  labor  his  eminence  won  I 
For  the  hero  now  dead,  etc. 


:c» 


Then  cherish  his  meni'ry  in  songs  of  his  worth. 

And  coupled  with  Washington's  name, 
May  Lincoln's  be  borne 
On  rays  of  the  morn 

To  the  highest  pinnacle  of  Fame  ! 
May  Lincoln's  be  borne,  etc. 

— Sara  E.   Pkrsch. 


Order  of  exercises  at  St.  James  Hall. 

SATURDAY  AFTERNOON,  FEBRUARY  12,  1876. 
M.  EMMETT  TABER Presiding. 

MUSIC .         Orchestra. 

READING  OF  7^HE  MEMORIAL,      .  ...  .      Frank  C.  Manning. 

SINGING— "Red,  White,  and  Blue" 

Mr.  Arthur  Williams,  Miss  Susie  Simons,  Miss  Hannah  Alexander. 

ADDRESS Rev.  D.  R.  Frazer. 

MUSIC, ....     Orchestra. 

RECITATION—  Memorial  Poem,  .         .  Geo.  W.  SCRIVEN. 

SINGING — "  Star  Spangled  Banner,"     .         .  .  ....    Chorus. 

ADDRESS ...  .     E.  W.  Crosby. 

MUSIC .        .      Orchestra. 

DECLAMATION .  .        EDGAR  H.   LEMAN. 

SINGING — "America," .         .        Audience. 


SATURDAY  EVENING,  FEBRUARY   12,  1876. 


HON.  JAMES  0.  PUTNAM, 

MUSIC 

PRAYER,  .... 

READING  OF  THE  .MEMORIAL, 
SINGING—"  Star  Spangled  Banner,"     . 


/'res/Wing. 

Orchestra. 
Rev.  Frederick  Frothingham. 

Mr.    Is  \  \<     M.   SCHERMERHORN. 

Liedertafel. 


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ADDRESS 

REMARKS 

READING  THE   POEM,    . 
SINGIN< '.—  The  Hymn  of  Peace,     . 

MUSIC 

READING  THE  SONG, 
SINGING— "My  Country  'tis  of  Thee, 
BENEDICTION 


Rev.  Chari  es  Wood. 
Mr.  E.  W.  Crosby. 

Miss   C  VRRIE    F.   Jt'DD. 
BUFFALI I    LlEDERl  AF1  I .. 

Orchestra. 

Miss  Julia  Ditto. 

In  which  the  audience  are  requested  to  join. 
.    Rev.  V.    R.   HOTCHKISS. 


Bbrabam   Xincoln 


IN  MEMORIAM. 


BY    CARRIE    F.    JfDD. 

Oh  !  hail  with  rejoicing  and  honor  the  light  of  that  day 

Which  bore  us  a  sovereign  hero  the  nation  to  sway  : 

A  strong,  daring  soul  for  our  country,  to  wipe  out  its  stains  ; 

The  rights  of  his  people  were  holy,  he  sundered  their  chains. 

Through  tides  of  tumultuous  discord  he  held  his  command, 

The  throbs  of  that  noble  heart  beating  were  felt  o'er  the  land. 

He  planted  his  foot  on  enslavement  and  ground  it  to  dust, 

He  wrested  the  power  from  oppressors,  left  fetters  to  rust ; 

Through  surges  of  wild  opposition  he  weathered  the  storm. 

And  faced  with  unwavering  courage  his  charge  to  perform. 

No  chaplet  of  laurel  were  needed  for  crowning  his  life. 

Sublimely  at  last,  as  he  lived  it,  he  finished  the  strife  ; 

A  martyr,  indeed,  for  his  country,  earths  honors  were  vain  ; 

A  crown  of  the  glory  immortal  his  permanent  gain. 

Though  lowly  our  loftiest  homage  that  name  to  enshrine. 

It  e'er  in  the  hearts  of  his  people  in  splendor  shall  shine. 

The  souls  of  those  destitute  freedmen  in  loyalty  hold 

A  monument  stronger  than  granite,  more  precious  than  gold  ; 

'Twas  reared  on  a  life  of  endurance,  the  workman  was  Love  ; 

The  w'arden  to  guard  and  preserve  it  an  angel  above  : 

The  key  to  this  glorious  structure  that  dear  cherished  name. 

Inscribed  with  the  blood  of  his  death-wound,  in  letters  of  fame 

And  storms  cannot  crumble  this  pillar  or  cause  it  to  rust. 

No  changes  of  time  can  obscure  it,  or  print  it  with  dust  ; 


:;■ 


The  blocks  in  this  column  of  glory  are  cut  from  the  heart. 
Cemented  with  grateful  affection  they  never  can  part. 
Thus  planted  on  solid  foundation,  the  strength  of  the  years, 
And  hallowed  by  rare  consecration  with  agonized  tears, 
Though  lost  to  the  life  of  the  listless  this  cenotaph  grand 
Still  looms  in  its  majesty  endless,  a  work  of  God's  hand. 
Unbound  from  their  fetters  those  freedmen  shall  strike  for  a  goal  ; 
That  pride,  which  true  liberty  wakens,  ennobles  the  soul. 
His  mem'ry  a  help  to  advancement,  a  light  to  their  eyes, 
That  race  to  the  height  of  true  manhood  shall  steadily  rise  : 
And  each  lofty  deed  or  attainment  achieved  by  their  hand, 
Shall  seek  for  its  first  inspiration  that  name  of  command. 


Soini. 


Daughter  of  Liberty  !  queen  of  the  world  ! 

Fairest  of  all  earth's  fair  nations  !  arise  I 

Let  thy  bright  banners  and  flags  be  unfurled, 

Send  thy  glad  voice  to  the  uttermost  skies  ! 

Yes  !  let  us,  Columbia's  children,  to-night 

Praise  the  name  of  a  hero,  "who  fought  a  good  fight." 

Look  back  on  the  years  of  our  terrible  war. 
Look  back  on  that  season  of  murderous  strife. 
When  the  havoc  of  battle  relentlessly  tore 
A  son  from  his  mother,  a  husband  from  wife  : 
Remember  how  death  o'er  the  land  hung  a  pall. 
Then  thank  God  for  Lincoln,  who  ended  it  all. 

We  needed  a  counsellor,  ruler,  and  friend, 
A  man  who,  with  God's  help,  could  carry  us  through, 
Courageous  and  wise,  who  was  willing  to  lend 
Himself,  heart  and  soul,  to  the  work  he  must  do. 
We  wanted  a  man  —  almost  more  than  a  man  — 
Xo  need  was  e'er  greater  since  earth  first  began. 

Such  was  Abraham  Lincoln,  who  laid  down  his  life, 
In  behalf  of  our  country,  faint,  bleeding  and  torn. 
Think  of  him  !  and  forget  all  dissensions  and  strife. 
As  vou  swear,  one  and  all,  that  his  name  shall  be  borne 


HS 


By  the  trumpets  of  fame  to  each  yet  unborn  race, 
While  America  holds  on  this  footstool  a  place. 

Daughters  and  sons  of  this  beautiful  land. 
Rejoicing  in  blessings  of  freedom  and  peace, 
Remember  they  came  from  his  God-guided  hand, 
And  to  praise  and  revere  him  ne'er  let  us  cease. 
Then  lift  we  our  voices  with  heartiest  might, 
And  shout  forth  his  glory  in  carols  to-night. 

—  Julia  Ditto. 


Order  of  Exercises  at  St.  James  Hall. 

MONDAY  AFTERNOON,  FEBRUARY  12,  1877. 

EDGAR  H  LEM AN, Presiding. 

SONG — "  Star  Spangled  Banner," Lincoln  Chorus. 

R HADING  OF  THE  MEMORIAL.     ...  ....    Mr.  E.  A.  Fisher. 

SONG— "  Red,  White,  and  Blue" S01.0  and  Chorus. 

ADDRESS, Mr.  Willis  G.  Gregory. 

CENTENNIAL  HYMN.    ...  ....  .        Lincoln  Chorus. 

ODE, Mr.  G.  W.  Scriven. 

INSTRUMENTAL  DUETT, Messrs.  HUETTER   and  Fleischmann. 

RECITATION  SONG, Mr.  N.  Rosenau. 

SINGING—  "America," Audience. 


MONDAY  EVENING,  FEBRUARY  12,  1877. 

HON.  SHERMAN  S.  ROGERS,       ....         Presiding. 

PRAYER, Rev.  G.  W.  Cutter. 

READING  OF  THE  MEM0RIA1 Mr.  Isaac  M.  Schermerhorn. 

ADDRESS,       ...  .  .         .        Rev.  I.  G.  Bidwell. 

READING — "fn  Memoriam," Miss  Delle  E.  Knapp. 

SINGING— "Columbia," Buffalo  Lif.dertafel. 


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READING—  "Invocation," Miss  Mary  E.  Erwin. 

REMARKS .  Mr.  E.  W.  Crosby. 

CORNET  SOLO — "  Yankee  Doodle"  with  variations 

Master  Simon  FLEISCHMAN-N,  accompanied  by  his  sister  Bianca. 

READING  LETTERS. 

SINGING — "My  Country,  'tis  of  Thee," Liedertakel. 

BENEDICTION Rev.  W.  M.  Hughes. 


11  n  fl&emoriam. 


Hush  !  Liberty  lies  crushed  to  earth,  and  dying  ; 
Dark  broods  the  shadow  o'er  our  beauteous  land, 
Night  echoes  with  men's  groans,  and  children  crying 
Without  the  soothing  of  a  mother's  hand. 

On  dusky  brows,  by  Southern  breezes  fanned 
The  crimson  brand  of  bondage  darkly  glows ; 
Written  in  blood  by  stern  Oppression's  hand, 
And  crushed  down  into  hearts  by  myriad  woes. 

A  million  souls  in  bondage  now  we  see, 

A  million  souls  in  bondage,  without  blame. 

In  bondage  !  in  this  "  land  of  liberty," 

Called  "  freedom's  home,"  in  mockery  of  shame  ! 

And  o'er  the  land  dark,  cruel  war  doth  brood, 
While  in  her  train  walk  strife,  and  death,  and  woe  ; 
And  men  forget  the  nation's  brotherhood 
As  brothers  forth  to  slay  their  brothers  go. 

Then  o'er  war's  darksome  cloud  and  dreadful  din 
Our  Lincoln  rose  supreme  above  the  strife  ; 
Freedom's  pure  flame  burned  bright,  his  soul  within, 
And  for  its  sake  he  rendered  up  his  life. 

I  le  freed  the  slave  ;  who,  here,  knows  not  his  fame  ? 
Who  hath  not  heard  it  told  in  song  and  story  ? 
Who  does  not  hold  in  reverence  his  loved  name, 
And  blend  with  it  our  own  free  nation's  glory? 


4<> 


With  grateful  hearts  remember  him  this  day  , 
(The  glorious  day  that  saw  our  hero  born, 
With  loyal  will  our  beauteous  land  to  s\va\    I 
And  with  glad  voices  welcome  in  the  morn. 

And,  while  we  sound  his  praises  to  the  sky. 
Who  made  our  country  "  freedom's  home"  indeed, 
Give  grateful  thanks  unto  the  Lord  on  high, 
Who  gave  him  to  us  in  our  hour  of  need. 

— Delle  E.  Knapp, 


Hbrabam  Xincoln. 


INVOCATION. 


BY    MARY    E.    ERWIX. 

Break  I  break  !  thou  day  that  gilds  the  eastern  sky 

With  gladder  glory  than  its  very  own  ; 
Break  !  break  !  and  sweep  the  starry  curtain  by 

That  round  thy  rosy  sacredness  is  thrown. 
Part  back  the  clouds  that  wreathe  the  Winter's  brow, 

Break  thro'  the  rift  old  orient,  and  begin 
To  smile  upon  a  waiting  nation  now. 

And  let  this  day's  auspicious  glorv  in. 

We  hail  thy  coming  !     Of  the  glad  young  year — 

Thine  is  the  first  whose  cause  we  celebrate  ; 
With  glad  acclaim,  with  song,  and  shout,  and  cheer, 

This  day  of  days  we  do  re-dedicate 
To  all  the  honor,  glory,  power  and  pride 

That  holds  a  nation  in  its  height  sublime, 
When  our  "good  ship,"  across  a  crimson  tide 

Hath  risen,  rescued,  from  the  wrecks  of  time. 

Thine  was  the  hand,  O  Lincoln  I  thine  the  heart, 
God-given  in  our  nation's  darkest  day, 

To  break  the  fetter,  and  to  soothe  the  smart 
Of  those  who  'neath  the  oppressor's  lashes  lay. 


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Thine  wa*  the  hand  to  lift  a  lowly  race 

From  degradation,  shame  and  slavery, 
To  grant  it  pow'r,  position,  name  and  place  ; 

With  life's  best  gift  and  guerdon,  Liberty  ! 

Thine  was  the  hand  upheld  our  stars  and  stripes, 

That  stayed  our  eagle's  broad  unwavering  wing, 
And  thine  the  name  whose  sacred  mention  wipes 

Our  Country's  scroll  from  every  stain  and  sting. 
Rejoice,  fond  hearts,  and  grateful  incense  bear, 

Proclaim  his  praise  afar  from  sea  to  sea  ; 
King  out.  wild  bells,  upon  the  wintry  air. 

And  roll  thy  echoes  down  the  Century. 

Wave  forth,  proud  stripes  !  against  the  heavens  wave! 

Stream  out,  glad  stars  !  and  crown  the  natal  day 
Of  him  whose  life  alone  thy  cause  could  save, 

Whose  blood  could  only  wash  thy  wrongs  away. 
Heroic  Spirit  !  heart  so  brave  and  true  ! 

Thy  land  shall  laud  and  mourn  her  martyred  son, 
And  while  our  stars  burn  in  their  loyal  blue, 

Shall  Lincoln  be  our  later  Washington. 


Order  of  exercises  at  St.  James  Hall. 

TUESDAY  EVENING,  FEBRUARY  12,   1878. 
HON.  CHAS.  HECK  WITH, Presiding. 

PRAYER, Rev.  G.  W.  CUTTER. 

SOXG— " Hymn  of  Peace." QUARTETTE. 

READING  OF  THE  MEMORIA1 .        Mr.  JEROME  PIERCE. 

SONG—-  Star  Spangled  Banner."  .  .  ....  QUARTETTE. 

ADDRESS Rev.  Wolcott  Calkins. 

SONG— "  Columbia," ....  QUARTETTE. 

READING— "Appeal,"    ....  .  ...  Mr.  E.  W.  CROSBY. 

SONG— ■" Red,  White,  and  Blue,"      ....  ....         Quartette. 

READING  OF  POEM— "Abraham  Lincoln,"      ....     Miss  Mary  A.  McCarthy. 


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REMARKS Mr.  JAMES  F.  GLUCK. 

CORNET  SOLO — "  Yankee  Doodle,"  with  variations,   .        .  Master  Simon  FLEISCHMANN. 

( Accompanied  by  his  sister  BlANCA.) 

READING  LETTERS Mr.   F.  W.  Danforth. 

SINGING — "America" AUDIENCE. 

BENEDICTION.     .         .  Rev.  V.  R.  Hotchkiss. 

Those  holding  Member's  Tickets  will  be  admitted  to  the  Social,  after  the  Exercises. 


Hbrabam  Xincoln. 

Victory's  sunlight  has  bathed  an  eager  nation, 

Freedom's  glad  notes  o'er  hills  and  valleys  ring, 
While  thro'  a  land,  fresh  from  a  new  creation. 

Tidings  of  Richmond's  capture,  glad  hearts  sing. 
But  stay  !  ere  closes  this  rejoicing  day, 

A  message  sorrow-freighted  thrills  the  wire, 
And  men's  hearts  tremble  as  they  pray, 

Heaven  to  avert  calamity  so  dire. 

O,  fair  Columbia,  why  this  robe  of  woe, 

Draping  o'er  shining  stars  and  loyal  blue  ? 
Why  this  drear  night,  instead  of  morning's  glow, 

Why  dost  thou  weep,  O,  Goddess  fair  and  true  ? 
And  thus  she  answers  :     "  From  a  prairie  land, 

There  came  in  peril's  need  a  manly  form. 
Who  gave  to  God  and  country  his  right  hand, 

To  shield  and  save  me  from  a  gath'ring  storm. 

So  faithful,  whole-souled,  earnest,  did  he  prove, 

In  character  and  statesmanship  so  great 
And  noble,  that  in  bonds  of  faith  and  love, 

I  gave  him  rank,  made  him  my  magistrate. 
Then  dark  o'erhung  the  storm,  and  clouds  o'ercast, 

Which  shut  the  light  of  Freedom  from  my  sight,- 
Which  gave  to  Wrong  the  power,  in  thunder-blast 

To  blight  my  life  and  wither  all  my  might. 


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And  then  the  promise  giv'n  I  tested  well, 

Found  sweet  relief  when  my  deliver'r  came, 
My  many  doubts  and  fears  did  he  dispel, 

Then  fadeless  laurels  gave  I  to  his  fame. 
But  scarce  I  learned  to  love  my  hero-soul, 

Scarce  I  the  harvest  bountiful  did  reap, 
When  fell  assassin's  hand,  in  murder  foul, 

Took  Abraham  Lincoln's  life.     For  this  I  weep.'' 

Columbia's  children  gather  here  to-night, 

With  words  of  praise  to  eulogise  his  name  ; 
And  may  this  joyous  natal-day,  in  flight 

Of  years,  swell  with  loud  chorus  to  his  fame, 
And  while  his  name  is  penned  on  History's  leaf, 

In  letters  with  a  living  dazzling  glow, 
Let  us  —  a  nation  —  honor  him  as  chief, 

And  from  our  hearts  let  grateful  tributes  flow. 

— Mary  A.  McCarthy. 


HppeaL 

We  invite  the  American  people,  without  regard  to  condition,  to  unite  in  rejoicing  in  a  New- 
National  Holiday,  and  recommend  rational  amusements.  You,  each  and  every  one,  owe  a  debt  to 
Abraham  Lincoln  ;  a  National  Holiday  will  repay  it.  With  you  lies  the  will  to  pay.  Sixty-nine 
years  ago  to-day  this  patriotic  soul  came  among  you ;  let  a  new  festival  of  the  nation  be  born, 
whose  name  may  be  known  as  "  Consideration  Day."  The  counsel  of  ages  approves,  and  in  loud 
tones  encourages  us  to  rejoice  in  song  and  speech,  in  music  and  in  dance. 

The  names  of  Washington  and  Lincoln  will  be  held  in  remembrance  by  the  American  people, 
for  ages  to  come.  The  Father  and  the  Savior,  the  Author  and  the  Preserver  of  our  National  Lib- 
erties ;  there  they  stand  side  by  side,  and  will  stand  for  evermore. 

At  the  close  of  the  Revolutionary  war  there  were  doubts  in  the  minds  of  many  eminent  men 
both  in  Europe  and  America  in  regard  to  our  future  destiny  ;  it  troubled  Washington  himself.  But 
by  good  legislation,  by  the  intelligence  of  our  people  and  through  the  resources  of  our  country,  we 
have  become  one  of  the  greatest  nations  upon  the  face  of  the  earth.  What  would  we  be  to-day  if 
it  were  not  for  Abraham  Lincoln  ?  Who  can  tell  what  would  have  been  the  results  of  the  great 
Rebellion,  if  Lincoln  had  not  taken  the  helm,  and  steered  the  Ship  of  State  safely  through  the 
storm  ?  The  government  being  one  of  the  people,  and  the  hearts  of  the  people  being  so  estranged 
and  embittered,  with  scarcely  a  shadow  of  a  regular  army  to  sustain  him,  it  was  a  terrible  respon- 


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sibility  to  undertake,  endangering  the  very  liberties  of  a  people  and  the  existence  of  a  nation.     But 
nobly  and  well  did  he  carry  it  through. 

The  sacrifices  and  patriotic  devotion  to  his  country  of  Abraham  Lincoln  during  those  four 
years  can  never  be  forgotten  by  the  American  people.  No  other  man  could  have  done  it ;  not 
many  men  would  have  assumed  such  a  charge.  But  by  divine  aid,  and  under  his  wise  supervision, 
we  succeeded  in  crushing  the  greatest  rebellion  this  country  in  all  probability  will  ever  experience. 
As  soon  as  this  was  done,  it  seemed  as  if  hislife's-work  was  ended  and  he  gave  up  his  life  a  martyr 
to  his  country,  which  he  must  have  expected,  surrounded  as  he  was  with  so  many  bitter  enemies. 

For  this  patriotic  devotion  to  his  country,  and  for  his  great  earnestness  and  assiduity  in  con- 
ducting this  government  through  the  great  crisis,  he  received  but  a  small  reward.  His  great  and 
generous  heart  thought  of  nothing  but  the  peril  of  his  country,  and  he  devoted  his  very  life  and 
soul  to  the  saving  of  the  nation.  For  his  sacrifice  and  for  his  great  public  service  the  American 
people  owe  him  a  debt  of  gratitude,  and  let  the  people  of  this  nation  consider  and  appreciate  the 
great  benefits  derived  through  the  loyalty  and  courage  of  Abraham  Lincoln. 

— F.  W.  D. 


1879 


H  flDonument. 

All  nations  have  their  heroes  ;  all  heroes  their  monuments.  Greece  has  its  Leonidas,  Germanv 
its  Hermann,  England  its  Wellington,  America  its  Washington  and  Lincoln.  Start  from  the  shores 
of  the  mild  Pacific  and  travel  westward.  Under  the  burning  sun  of  the  dusky  Orient ;  the  cold 
chill  rays  of  a  northern  clime  ;  the  genial  light  of  sunny  skies ;  monuments  of  all  kinds  and 
description  are  scattered.  They  range  from  grand,  colossal  temples  to  simple  columns.  But 
where  are  the  monuments  of  our  heroes  ?  Alas  !  it  has  been  said,  and  truly,  too,  that  republics 
are,  generally,  disregarded  of  their  benefactors,  and  soon  forget  them.  Washington  has,  at  least, 
been  immortalized  by  the  naming  of  our  national  capital ;  but  Lincoln  might  have  been  forgotten 
had  not  our  generous,  patriotic,  and  grateful  fellow-citizen,  Mr.  Julius  E.  Francis,  plucked,  as  it 
were,  the  memory  of  our  hero  from  oblivion  to  thrust  it  under  the  rays  of  immortality.  It  was  he 
that  reared  a  monument  in  honor  of  the  preserver  of  our  national  liberties.  Not  a  marble  struc- 
ture, but  one  whose  like  has  ne'er  been  seen  before.  It  is  not  grand  and  colossal,  in  a  worldly 
sense,  but  simple  and  eloquent.  It  is  built  with  pen  and  ink,  and  contains  the  history  of  thou- 
sands of  soldiers  and  sailors  who  fought  bravely  for  our  Union.  In  centuries  hence,  when  all  the 
builders  are  cold,  this  monument  will  be  regarded  with  veneration  and  love.  Antiquarians  will 
come  from  far  and  wide  to  gaze  upon  it ;  for,  search  the  pages  of  the  remotest  records,  its  parallel 
cannot  be  found. 

A  few  words  of  description  :     The  corner-stone  was  laid  at  the  Boston  Jubilee,  June  ijth-July 


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4.  j  S72 ;  the  first  signer  being  W.  Nichols.  M.  D..  2d  Mass.  Within  six  weeks  a  thousand  names 
were  added.  It  required  five  years  of  untiring  zeal  and  labor  for  completion ;  John  Franklin. 
Engineer  "  Powhattan."  being  the  last  signer.  The  monument  is  a  large  plain  volume.  A  preface 
points  out  the  time  spent  in  collecting  the  autographs.  <  )ne  page  contains  a  fine  ink  sketch  repre- 
senting the  emblems  of  our  country.  Seated  before  this  volume,  and  turning  leaf  after  leaf,  we 
gaze  upon  a  history  written  by  ten  thousand  different  hands.  The  writing  in  itself  furnishes  mate- 
rial for  hours  of  pleasant  study.  The  fine  penman,  the  coarse  laborer,  the  impetuous  business- 
man. But  the  headings  of  the  columns  opposite  the  names  attract  our  attention  now — "When 
Enlisted."  In  imagination  we  see  gray-haired  men  grasping  the  steel,  to  conquer  or  die  ;  fathers 
clasping  their  darlings  to  their  breasts;  youths  receiving  a  mother's  blessing.  Again — "Rank." 
Private,  major,  captain,  colonel,  general,  each  with  his  share  of  responsibility,  and  all  united  in  one 
great  cause.  The  names  of  Grant,  Sheridan,  Sherman,  and  other  brave  generals  greet  us.  Upon 
their  shoulders  rested  the  future  of  a  nation.  To  them  we  looked  for  encouragement  during  the 
bloody  tumult  —  the  deadly  struggle.  Theirs  was  the  leading  of  armies  ;  the  losing  or  gaining  of 
the  day.  Here  the  battles  in  which  the  signers  were  engaged  —  some  one,  ten,  Gettysburg,  five, 
Bull  Run,  Fredericksburg  —  indeed,  any  amount  of  important  and  interesting  historical  matter 
may  be  gathered  from  these  pages.  But,  behold  the  faintly-scribbled  name,  as  if  the  left  hand 
trembled  to  perform  the  duties  of  the  right ;  the  dash  and  cross  —  may  not  the  sight  have  failed  ? 
How  little,  and  yet  how  full  of  meaning.  Yes,  how  full  of  meaning  are  these  pages.  They  whis- 
per of  sorrows,  hardships,  sufferings,  and  struggles ;  of  longings,  hopes,  exulting  joys,  and  victories. 
O,  Lincoln  !  is  not  this  monument  far  nobler,  purer,  holier  than  marble  structures?  Where  can  we 
find  its  equal  ?  Think  of  the  hours,  days,  and  years  spent  in  labor  and  fortitude  to  overcome  all 
disappointments  and  obstacles  thrust  in  the  way  of  one  building  such  a  monument.  And  when 
bowing  our  heads  to-night,  to  beg  for  blessing  upon  our  nation,  let  us  not  forget  him  in  our  prayer 
who  reared  this  monument  to  Abraham  Lincoln. 

Buffalo,  N.  Y.  JULIANA    W.    DOPP. 


Hbrabam  Xincoln 

Birth,  life,  or  death,  it  matters  not, 
Ocean  or  river-bound  the  spot, 
From  lap  of  ease  or  woodman's  cot, 

If  a  soul  arise,  in  destined  plan, 
With  manhood's  will  to  lead  some  van 
Inscribed,  "  Humanity  to  man." 

Where  thousand  rivulets  combined 
A  mighty  river,  on  whose  tide 
Refugees  from  oppression  hied. 


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Seventy  years  this  day  a  child  was  born 

On  La  Belle  River.     In  youth's  bright  morn 

The  vine-clad  cliff  his  home  adorned. 

His  brawny  arms  cleft  th'  trees  away 
Where  nations  in  one  family 
Could  break  the  chain  of  tyranny. 

Repeated  wrong  and  outrage  echoing, 
Heart  to  heart  expansive  forces  bring  — 
No  Grecian  forum  could  so  clarion  ring. 

While  peace  and  plenty  crowned  each  year, 
What  filled  the  patriot's  heart  with  fear? 
'Twas  jealousy's  triumphal  car  ! 

List,  oh  time  !     A  nation  of  one  blood 

Divided  by  a  line  of  latitude  ! 

Shall  fallen  man  disturb  this  brotherhood  ? 

Proclamation  to  all  was  given  — 
"  Stay  not  while  union  is  riven  ; 
Slack  not  until  the  foe  be  driven  I  " 

Loud  rings  the  praise  of  pure  devotion  — 
"  A  glorious  union  from  lake  to  ocean  !  " 
Seal  in  heav'n  a  ransomed  nation. 

Athwart  the  blood-stained  lands  that  mourn 
"  Amnesty  "  echoes  from  heaven's  dome  ; 
Our  country  now  is  Liberty's  home. 

Could  aught  but  demon  forge  the  dart 

Assassins  aimed  at  patriot  heart, 

While  forgiveness  emblazoned  a  nation's  chart  ? 

God  forgive  the  exultant  breath 

That  would  not  stay  the  shaft  of  death, 

Though  earth  of  a  great  soul  bereft. 

Tears  and  blood  of  ages  past, 

In  Justice's  scale  with  freedom  cast, 

Redeemed  her.      May  she  ever  last  ! 


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Order  of  Exercises  at  St.  James  Hall, 


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1 1. 


FEBRUARY  12,  1880. 


Doors    open    at    7,    Exercises    ,-it    S    o'cloclc. 


HON.  JAMES  M.  SMITH. 


PRAYER, ... 

READING  MEMORIAL 

SINGING— "Hail  Columbia;' 

READING  POEM, 

SINGING — ist  and  2d  verses  National  Anthem. 

ADDRESS, 

SI  NGING— jd  and  4th  verses  National  Anthem, 
READING— "  Peace  Jubilees"       .... 
SINGING— 5th,  6th  and  7th  verses  National  Anthem. 
READING  LETTERS 


Presiding. 

Rev.  Geo.  W.  Cutter. 

Mr.  John  WlLLOUGHBY. 

Standard  Quartette. 

Miss  Jeannie  D.  Scoti  . 

Standard  Quartette. 

Mr.  Charles  B.  Wheeler. 

Standard  Quartette. 

Nathaniel  S.  Rosenau. 

Standard  Quartette. 

Mr.  C.  W.  Crosby,  Jr. 

Standard  Quartette. 


SINGING — "  Star  Spangled  Banner.' 

SINGING — "My  Country,  'tis  of  Thee"       .      Standard  Quartette  and  Audience 
Mr.  Simon   FLEISCHMANN,  Musical  Conductor. 


Hbrabatn  Xincolu. 

Who  is  he  sleeping  in  the  West, 
Whose  mem'y,  like  an  honored  guest, 

From  things  accustomed  turns 
A  busy  nation's  thoughts  away, 
To  bless  his  name,  on  this  his  natal  day  ? 

What  was  he?     Ask  of  the  oppressed, 
Go  seek  the  bravest  and  the  best, 

And  hear  them  say  :     "By  right 
I  >ivine  of  a  great  soul  he  traced 
'Mong  earth's  revered  names  an  honored  place. 


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His  life  was  patient,  bold  and  strong, 
Brave  to  endure  and  conquer  wrong, 

To  war  with  Error's  host, 
Unnmved  against  Oppression's  might. 
He  was  a  victor  in  a  glorious  tight. 

Our  savior  and  our  hope  was  he 
Who  quelled  the  angry,  troubled  sea 

Of  passion  uncontrolled, 
When  fierce  Dissension's  cruel  hand 
Spread  death  and  desolation  o'er  the  land. 

He  piloted  great  Freedom's  bark 
Thro'  storm  of  blood  and  treason  dark  ; 

And  when  our  ship  of  state 
He  anchored  safe  from  foe  and  strife, 
His  work  was  done  ;  he  yielded  up  his  life. 

This  hero,  then,  we  love  to  praise, 
His  deeds  the  theme  of  future  lays 

Will  be.     And  ages  hence 
A  grateful  people  will  his  story  tell, 
And  guard  the  nation  that  he  loved  so  well. 

Jeannie  D.  Scott. 


peace  Jubilees. 

The  clash  of  arms  had  ceased,  the  deadly  struggle  for  the  preservation  of  the  Union  was  over, 
the  soldiers  had  returned  to  their  homes,  and  peace  and  industry  once  more  reigned  throughout  the 
land.  The  great  masters  of  music  in  an  Eastern  city  had  prepared  a  building  capable  of  accommo- 
dating from  sixty  to  seventy  thousand  persons,  and  here  they  proposed  to  gather  the  music-loving 
people  of  sister  cities,  far  and  near,  for  a  grand  jubilee.  From  the  shores  of  the  stormy  Atlantic  to 
the  calm  coasts  of  the  Pacific,  from  Florida's  balmy  clime  to  the  green  slopes  of  the  Old  Dominion, 
city  village  and  hamlet  sent  their  representatives  to  swell  this  vast  pa-an  of  peace.  The  prepara- 
tions which  were  made  were  extremely  elaborate.  Near  the  building  was  a  battery  of  ten  guns, 
which  were  to  be  operated  by  electricity,  while  the  bells  in  the  churches  and  public  buildings  were 
to  be  set  in  motion  in  a  similar  manner.  Nothing  was  omitted  which  could  add  to  the  effect.  The 
decorations  of  the  building  were  exceedingly  beautiful.  Each  seat  was  numbered  to  prevent  mis- 
takes, and  efficient  ushers  conducted  spectators  to  their  places  as  if  by  magic. 


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The  noise  made  by  this  moving  mass  of  people  exceeded  the  roar  of  Niagara's  cataract ;  but  an 
instant  hush  fell  upon  the  vast  assembly  as  the  great  organ  sounded  its  diapason,  and  every  ear  was 
strained  in  eager  attention  to  catch  the  faintest  and  sweetest  sounds  as  well  as  those  more  powerful. 

A  hundred  firemen  in  white  caps  and  red  shirts  now  filed  in,  and  their  approach  was  greeted 
with  demonstrations  of  joy  by  the  audience.  Each  man  bore  upon  his  shoulder  a  bright  hammer, 
and  upon  reaching  his  appointed  place  an  anvil  equally  lustrous  stood  before  him.  When  all  was 
ready  the  orchestra  struck  up  the  prelude,  and  at  the  proper  time  the  chorus  took  up  its  part.  The 
hundred  anvils,  the  big  drum,  the  great  organ,  the  thousand  instruments  and  the  ten  thousand 
voices  all  joined  together  to  produce  a  grand  and  thrilling  result. 

Such  masterly  performances  as  these  were  not  without  their  effect  upon  the  audience.  Thou- 
sands of  handkerchiefs  waved  in  the  air,  and  thousands  of  voices  cried  :  "  Bravo  !  "  "  Bravo  !  "  All 
outward  cares  and  troubles  were  forgotten,  and  each  yielded  himself  up  to  the  joy  of  the  moment. 
A  sense  of  relief  at  escaping  from  the  perplexities  and  trials  of  daily  life  stole  into  each  breast,  and 
hearts  beat  in  sympathy  with  each  grand  strain.  Thoughts  which,  if  awakened  at  all  in  the  busy 
scenes  of  life  had  been  instantly  stifled,  now  held  undisputed  sway,  and  the  starting  tear-drop  spoke 
more  eloquently  of  the  power  of  music  than  did  the  most  vociferous  applause. 

When  national  hymns  were  rendered,  the  audience  was  invited  to  join,  and  it  can  be  truly  said 
that  forty  thousand,  yea,  fifty  thousand  voices,  united  in  the  grand  anthems  which  swelled  heaven- 
ward in  a  vast  peal  of  harmony. 

Saturday  forenoon  was  devoted  to  the  children,  and  the  sight  presented  within  the  hall  was 
truly  a  beautiful  one.  Sixteen  thousand  bright  and  happy  faces  were  grouped  in  the  chorus 
galleries,  and  sixteen  thousand  sweet  voices  rose  exultantly  upon  the  air  in  praise  of  our  fair  land  of 
harmony. 

Amid  acclamations  from  the  people,  and  praises  from  critics  all  over  the  land,  the  National 
Peace  Jubilee  was  brought  to  a  close,  and  strangers  returned  to  their  distant  homes  feeling  well 
repaid  for  any  privations  they  might  have  undergone  in  order  to  be  present. 

In  1872  preparations  were  made  for  a  World's  Peace  Jubilee,  and  the  best  instrumental  and 
vocal  talent  of  Europe  came  to  assist.  The  arrangements  were  on  a  much  larger  and  grander  scale 
than  the  jubilee  of  '69,  and  the  Bostonians  neglected  nothing  which  could  in  any  way  add  to  the 
general  effect.  The  galleries  accommodated  twenty  thousand  singers,  and  a  large  and  enthusiastic 
audience  from  day  to  day  assembled  in  the  extensive  building. 

It  is  to  be  hoped  that  on  the  12th  day  of  February,  1880,  the  children  of  our  public  schools  may 
in  a  measure  imitate  these  grand  Jubilees.  May  they  unite  their  sweet  voices  in  happy  song  and 
joyful  praise.  May  nationalities,  denominations  and  creeds  be  forgotten,  and  may  all,  both  old  and 
young,  endeavor  to  make  the  12th  of  February  a  day  which  shall  long  be  remembered  and  cher- 
ished as  one  of  the  bright  spots  in  a  world  which  to  so  many  is  clouded  with  sorrow  and  disap- 
pointment. —Ida  I.  Voak. 

Buffalo,  N.  V. 


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Order  of  exercises. 

FEBRUARY  12,  1881. 

1.  READING  OF  THE  MEMORIAL.   FORTY-THIRD  CONGRESS. 

2.  SINGING     "  Hail  Columbia." 

3.  SINGI NG — 1st  and  2d  verses  National  Anthem. 
\.  READING  THE   POEM—"  Abraham  Lincoln." 

5.  SIX(  iIN< !     jd  and  4th  verses  National  Anthem. 

6.  READING  OF  ESSAY— "  Our  Country's  Defenders." 

7.  SINGING — 5th,  6th  and  jth  verses  National  Anthem. 

8.  READING—  Of  Poems  and  Essays  of  former  years. 

9.  SINGING—"  Star  Spangled  Banner." 

10.  READING  SELECTED  COMPOSITIONS. 

11.  SINGING—"  My  Country,  'tis  of  Thee." 

\2.     PRESENTING  THE  MEMORIALS  OF  1881. 


Bbrabam  Xincoln. 

Far  in  the  beauteous  West, 

Where  roll  the  prairies  in  grandeur, 

Calm  as  the  face  of  a  river, 

Where  sunbeams  lovingly  quiver. 

Sleeps  in  the  quiet  of  dreamless  rest, 

Lincoln,  our  hero,  forever. 

When  first  the  mountains  were  reared. 

And  the  lowlands  stretched  in  their  beauty. 
Came  the  angel  of  God, 
To  plant  in  the  western  sod, 

heed  of   Freedom  —  by  tyrants  feared, 
Doom  of  Slavery's  rod. 


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Forth  from  the  seed  he  came, 
Ripened  in  Destiny's  sunshine, 

Fruit  of  the  distant  ages, 

Ideal  of  poets  and  sages, 
And  on  as  he  moved  was  writ  his  fame 

In  History's  brightest  pa 

Breaker  of  chains  was  he, 

From  the  limbs  of  a  race  down  trodden, 

Strong  in  his  faith  to  save, 

In  spirit  unflinching  and  brave, 
His  title  to  honor,  all  time  shall  be 

The  broken  bonds  of  the  slave. 

Earnest  and  hopeful  and  true. 

He  saw  through  the  mists  of  the  future. 

Calmly  adjusted  the  strife, 

When  traitor  rebellion  was  rife, 
And  led  the  nation  in  honor  anew, 

Through  the  portals  of  death  unto  life. 

And  when  his  great  task  was  done, 

And  the  light  of  our  morning  was  breaking, 

Treason  with  murderous  hand, 

At  ruthless  fury's  command, 
Struck  with  foul  blow  our  chosen  one, 

The  savior  of  the  land. 

Softly  we  bore  him  home, 

With  the  mantle  of  Martyrdom  o'er  him, 

Calmly  he  rests  there  now, 

In  the  shade  of  the  laurel  bough, 
And  the  love  of  a  nation  forms  a  dome, 

To  cover  his  patient  brow. 

Long  heard  shall  be  his  renown, 

As  the  ceaseless  voice  of  the  ocean  ; 
With  solemn,  majestic  chime, 
'Twill  sweep  through  the  shades  of  time, 

And  the  future  bowing,  shall  grant  him  the  crown 

Of  destiny  sublime. 

— Rowland  B.    M  \hany. 


LIBRARY      -— 

univsrsity  Of  nnwnw 


©ur  Country's  SJcfenfcers. 

There  was  quiet  overall  the  land, —  the  ominous  portentious  calm  that  precedes  the  storm 
One  sharp  report  breaks  the  lethargic  stillness,  and  the  horror-stricken  cry  bursts  from  a  myriad 
throats,  "  Sumter  has  been  fired  upon  ! "  But  though  fired  upon,  all  was  not  lost  while  men  with 
the  cool  courage  of  Anderson,  the  enthusiasm  of  Ellsworth,  and  the  hardihood  of  Wilson  remained. 
There  was  no  trembling,  no  indecision  among  the  united  people ;  with  one  accord  men  pledged 
their  lives  for  the  nation's  honor. 

Foremost  among  the  sister  States  who  promptly  came  to  the  front,  stands  New-York,  and  many 
of  her  bravest  regiments  came  from  our  own  Queen  City.  Of  the  earliest  to  respond  was  the  21st, 
whose  valor  was  well  proved  in  the  ever-memorable  battles  of  South  Mountain,  Antietam,  and 
Gettysburg. 

With  flying  colors  next  came  the  gallant  49th,  supporting  Hancock,  toiling  in  the  Chickahominy 
campaign,  arriving  at  Gettysburg  after  the  terrible  seven  days'  march,  and  fighting  under  Sheridan 
in  the  Shenandoah. 

Next  advanced  the  100th  through  smoke  and  fire  to  Richmond,  and  to  Seven  Pines,  making 
the  most  brilliant  charge  of  the  War  under  the  eye  of  Grant  himself,  and  among  those  who  witnessed 
the  dying  struggles  of  the  Confederacy. 

The  brave  Germans  of  Wiedrich's  Battery  then  thundered  along,  engaging  in  battle  at  Cross 
Keys,  under  Fremont,  at  Bull  Run,  Chancellorsville,  and  at  all  the  great  battles  of  the  War. 

The  1 1 6th  was  brilliantly  successful  in  its  first  battle,  in  the  Shenandoah  Valley,  at  Cedar  Creek 
under  the  fiery  Sheridan. 

Both  Eaton's  and  Wheeler's  Batteries  did  good  and  faithful  service  to  the  end  of  the  War. 

The  155th  served  with  the  Army  of  the  Potomac,  and  the  187th  worked  nobly  in  the  defense. 

The  Ellsworth  Regiment  of  Fire  Zouaves  went  down  with  their  young  leader  whose  untimely 
death,  and  the  swift  retribution  of  his  avenger,  roused  to  a  white  heat  the  patriotic  indignation  of 
the  country. 

The  colored  regiment  of  the  54th  Massachusetts,  under  the  noble  Shaw,  showed  their  metal  and 
determination. 

Regiment  after  regiment  poured  forth  from  Massachusetts,  and  the  Eastern  States,  from  Ohio, 
and  Michigan,  with  the  hardy  hunters  of  the  Western  frontier. 

On  the  sea  our  supremacy  was  maintained  by  Farragut  on  the  flag-ship  ''Hartford,"  and 
by  Worden  on  the  "Monitor." 

Not  without  terrible  sacrifice  did  these  brave  men  keep  their  pledged  faith  to  the  Union. 

The  3d  Michigan  at  Fair  Oaks  received  its  "baptism  of  fire,"  while  attacking  the  enemy,  and 
again  at  Cold  Harbor  with  the  Ohio  and  New-York  regiments.  The  loss  of  life  and  the  sufferings 
of  the  wounded  were  greater  than  words  can  convey. 


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At  Vicksburg,  Fredericksburg,  and  Savage  Station,  the  blood  of  the  loyal  cried  out  for  vengeance 
on  the  heads  of  those  who  caused  such  bitter  woe  and  anguish. 

At  last  the  sublime  romance,  and  the  terrible  reality  of  war  ended,  when  under  the  old  apple- 
tree  the  rebel  commander,  Lee,  acknowledged  the  defeat  of  the  Southern  armies,  and  surrendered 
to  Grant. 

And  now  looking  back  upon  what  they  did  for  us,  it  is  not  right  that  they  who  suffered  so 
much  that  we  might  enjoy  the  blessings  and  the  privileges  of  liberty,  should  be  forgotten,  or  their 
memory  lightly  regarded. 

With  reverence,  with  loving  admiration,  with  just  pride,  we  look  upon  and  honor  them,  the 
Defenders  of  our  Country.  Emma  S.  E.  Sales. 


In  his  last  will,  Mr.  Francis  bequeathed  to  the  trustees  of  the  Lincoln 
Birthday  Association  his  valuable  collection,  and  also  a  fund,  which  included  all 
of  his  estate,  excepting  the  bequests  to  relatives;  and  it  is  desired  by  many  of 
his  friends  that  eventually  the  fund  will  be  used  for  the  erection  of  a  handsome 
monument  to  Lincoln,  upon  some  of  our  beautiful  squares. 


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The  following  is  a  copy  of  the  original   Memorial  to  the  Forty-third  Con- 
gress, also  a  list  of  the  signatures  to  the  Alternate   Memorial: 

Memorial. 

Senate  and  House  of  the  United  States  of  America: 

For  ages  it  has  been  the  custom  of  people  and  nations  to  hold  in  dear  remembrance  the  name 
of  Him  whose  life  was  devoted  to  His  kind  and  His  country. 

To  him  who  proclaimed  the  Declaration  of  Independence  a  living  reality,  eternal  "  remem- 
brance." 

On  the  Twelfth  Day  of  February,  1809,  the  soul  of  ABRAHAM  Lincoln  was  launched  into  time. 

We,  the  undersigned,  do  petition  your  honorable  Assembly,  the  Senate  and  House  of  Repre- 
sentatives, that  you  do  nominate  and  appoint  the  Twelfth  Day  of  February  a  "Legal  Holiday." 
that  a  universal  people  may  rejoice  together  in  this  great  gift  of  God  to  man. 


Alabama, 

Arkansas, 

California , 

Connecticut, 

Delaware.     . 

Florida ,    . 

Georgia, 

Illinois,    . 

Indiana, 

Iowa, 

Kansas, 

Kentucky, 

Louisiana.    . 

Maine, 

Maryland,    . 

Massachusetts, 

Michigan, 

Minnesota, 

Mississippi, 

Missouri, 

Nebraska,     . 

Nevada,  . 

Ne7v  Hampshire, 

New  Jersey, 

New  York, 


Joseph  Warren. 

John  S.  Noyes. 

.   Peter  Paul. 

Joseph  Dart. 

.     A.  Altman. 

.  Hiram  Barton. 

Lewis  L.  Hodges. 

.  P.  Emslie. 

Jacob  Beyer. 

.   Theo.  Butler. 

Joseph  C.  Barnes. 

N.    K.   Hall. 

.    Henry  M.   Kent. 

Wm.   H.   Greene. 

Isaac  M.   Si  iiermerhorn. 

Fred.  L.  Danforth. 

Walter  Cary. 

J.  M.  Hum rii rev. 

Geo.   Meacham. 

Orlando  Allen. 

.    F.  S.   Pease. 

L.  J.   Fletcher. 

.    E.  G.   Spaulding. 

.     Oliver  G.  Steele. 

Lyman   K.   Bass. 


North  Carolina, 

Ohio,   . 
Oregon,    . 

Pennsylvania, 
Alaska,     . 
Dakota, 

ONE  COUNTRY. 
Indian   Territory, 
Rhode  Island,  . 
South  Carolina.    . 
Tennessee, 
Texas, 
I  'crmont, 
Virginia, 
West  Virginia, 
Wisconsin,  . 
Arizona,  . 
Colorado, 

District  of  Columbia, 
Idaho 
Montana, 

1  ico, 
Utah, 

kington, 
Wyoming, 


O.   P.    Ramsdell. 

Henry  YY.  Burt. 

II.   Utley. 

.    M.   P.   Bush. 

O.   H.  Marshall. 

W.  C.   Fra: 

Julius  E.  Franclv 

Elijah  Hadley. 

.    B.  C.  Rumsey. 

Fred'k  Held. 

Robert  Denton. 

.     W.  H.  Peabody. 

Pascal  P.  Pratt. 

Charles  W.   Evans. 

V.     R.     HOTCHKIS:--. 
.     J.    RlEITF.NSTAHL. 

Wilson  S.  Bissell. 

Alexander  Bri  mi. 

Geo.  R.  Babcock. 

.     John  Wilkeson. 

J.  P.  Dudley. 

.  S.  F.  Mixer. 

.    G.   R.   Wilson. 

.   C.  G.   Flint. 

.  A.  T.  Chester. 


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ALTERNATES. 


Alabama, 

Frank  C.    Manning. 

Montana, 

Arizona, 

Paul  B.  Denton. 

Nebraska,    . 

Arkansas,     . 

A.  T.  Ketcham. 

Nevada, 

California, 

.    Geo.   Reimann. 

New  Hampshire, 

Colorado, 

Charles  P.  Norton. 

New  Jersey,    . 

Connecticut, 

Fred.  W.  Danforth. 

New  Mexico, 

Dakota, 

E.  H.  Gilbert. 

New  -  York,     . 

Delaware, 

.    Wm.  E.  Lamb. 

North  Carolina,  . 

District  of  Columbia,  . 

Willis  G.  Gregory. 

Ohio,       . 

Florida,    . 

.    Wm.   K.  Arey. 

ONE  COUNTRY, 

Georgia, 

.   James  A.   HENRY. 

Oregon,  . 

Ida/to, 

Will  S.  Allen. 

Pennsylvania, 

Illinois, 

Seward  A.   Simons. 

Rhode  Island, 

Indiana,  . 

John   Fero. 

South  Carolina,   . 

Iowa,  .         .        .        . 

.  John  G.  Parsons. 

Tennessee, 

Kansas,   . 

.    Perky  C.   Reyburn. 

Texas, 

Kentucky,     . 

Jerome  Pierce. 

Utah,      . 

Louisiana, 

Henry  Schwartz. 

Vermont, 

Maine, 

Albert  W.  Shaw. 

Virginia, 

Maryland, 

Joseph  C.  Dodge. 

Washington, 

Massachusetts, 

Edgar  H.  Chapin. 

West  Virginia, 

Michigan, 

.  Wm.  Lang. 

Wisconsin, 

Minnesota,  . 

Charles  Pull. 

Wyoming, 

Mississippi, 

Percy  Eaton. 

Alaska, 

Missouri,    . 

.  Wm.  F.  Strasmer. 

Indian   'Territory,    . 

Daniel  Desbecker 

A.  L.  Warner. 

.   Ben.  C.  Ralph. 

Samuel  Higgins. 

.    Charles  E.  Pierce. 

.   Geo.  B.  Webster. 

.  James  S.   Metcalfe. 

Eugene  E.  Storck. 

Charles  D.   Karr. 

.  Frank  C.  Gilbert. 

Harry  L.  Daw. 

Wm.  L.   Mar<  v. 

Simon  Fleischman. 

.    C.  H.  Eldredge. 

James  P.   KOINE. 

.  Walter  Cary,  Jr. 

.    Louis  A.  Bull. 

M.  Emmett  Taber. 

H.  Sidway. 

.    Moses  Shire. 

Louis  Kish. 

Robert  N.  Loom  is. 

Frank  Danforth. 

Charles  D.  Sanborn. 

Leon  Brock. 


With  this  collection  is  a  marble  bust  and  oil  portrait  of  Mr.  Francis. 
The  room  in  which  the  Francis  Collection  is  placed  is  open  to  the  public. 


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